Here shall be one, though your heart shall exult in its possession.

Dear lady, may we not conspire together--for the ultimate good of three republics, making of them two noble ones, later to dwell in amity?
Shall we not hope to see all this continent swept free of monarchy, held _free_, for the peoples of the world ?" For an instant, no more, she sat and pondered.

Suddenly she bestowed upon him a smile whose brilliance might have turned the head of another man.

Rising, she swept him a curtsey whose grace I have not seen surpassed.
In return, Mr.Calhoun bowed to her with dignity and ease, and, lifting her hand, pressed it to his lips.

Then, offering her an arm, he led her to his carriage.