He was full of homely and often whimsical talk.

He told me he had not yet realized what had happened to him.
"Sometimes," he said, "I wake at night and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream." He asked an infinite number of questions about this, that and the other Democratic politician.

He was having trouble with the Kentucky Congressmen.

He had appointed a most unlikely scion of a well-known family to a foreign mission, and another young Kentuckian, the son of a New York magnate, to a leading consul generalship, without consultation with any one.

He asked me about these.