It is _she_ who is England's real envoy.

Now, I believe she knows England's real intentions as to Texas." Doctor Ward screwed his lips for a long whistle, as he contemplated John Calhoun's thin, determined face.
"I do not care at present to say more," went on my chief; "but do you not see, granted certain motives, Polk might come into power pledged to the extension of our Southwest borders--" "Calhoun, are you mad ?" cried his friend.

"Would you plunge this country into war?
Would you pit two peoples, like cocks on a floor?
And would you use women in our diplomacy ?" Calhoun now was no longer the friend, the humanitarian.

He was the relentless machine; the idea; the single purpose, which to the world at large he had been all his life in Congress, in cabinets, on this or the other side of the throne of American power.

He spoke coldly as he went on: "In these matters it is not a question of means, but of results.