You have my blessing.

Farewell." These gentle words soothed my troubled breast, and I went away.

But the servants of a nation can know no peace.

I had hardly reached my den in the Capitol, and disposed my feet on the table like a representative, when one of the Senators on the Conchological Committee came in in a passion and said: "Where have you been all day ?" I observed that, if that was anybody's affair but my own, I had been to a Cabinet meeting.
"To a Cabinet meeting?
I would like to know what business you had at a Cabinet meeting ?" I said I went there to consult--allowing for the sake of argument that he was in any wise concerned in the matter.

He grew insolent then, and ended by saying he had wanted me for three days past to copy a report on bomb-shells, egg-shells, clamshells, and I don't know what all, connected with conchology, and nobody had been able to find me.
This was too much.