I have often asked myself, as our carriages separated, whether that was the last sight I ever should have of you." It was a true foreboding.

Often in times that followed Washington was to receive tidings of his friend's triumphs and perilous adventures amid the bloody turmoil of the French Revolution, was to entertain his son at Mount Vernon when the father lay in the dark dungeons of Olmuetz, but was never again to look into his face.

Years later the younger man, revisiting the grateful Republic he had helped to found, was to turn aside from the acclaiming plaudits of admiring multitudes and stand pensively beside the Tomb of his Leader and reflect upon the years in which they had stood gloriously shoulder to shoulder in defense of a noble cause.
Even when Washington was at the seat of government many persons stopped at Mount Vernon and were entertained by the manager.

Several times the absent owner sent wine and other luxuries for the use of such guests.
When he was at home friends, relatives, diplomats, delegations of Indians to visit the Great White Father swarmed thither in shoals.

In 1797 young Lafayette and his tutor, Monsieur Frestel, whom Washington thought a very sensible man, made the place, by invitation, their home for several months.