I can not be too nice in agents and instruments." The old doctor rose and took a turn up and down the little room, one of Calhoun's modest menage at the nation's capital, which then was not the city it is to-day.

Calhoun followed him with even steps.
"Changes of maps, my friend?
Listen to me.

The geography of America for the next fifty years rests under a little roof over in M Street to-night--a roof which Sir Richard secretly maintains.

The map of the United States, I tell you, is covered with a down counterpane _a deux_, to-night.

You ask me to go on with my fight.