Until Friday evening he would be kept at his duties at Washington, while I was in Albany.

If I wished to see him it generally had to be at his hotel in New York on Saturday, and usually I would go there to breakfast with him.

The one thing I would not permit was anything in the nature of a secret or clandestine meeting.

I always insisted on going openly.

Solemn reformers of the tom-fool variety, who, according to their custom, paid attention to the name and not the thing, were much exercised over my "breakfasting with Platt." Whenever I breakfasted with him they became sure that the fact carried with it some sinister significance.