Jacqueline marvelled.

Surely this gentleman was a Democrat-Republican, lately the Vice-President of that party's electing.

It was not two years since he had slain General Hamilton; and now, in a quiet, refined voice, he was talking of Federalists and Federal ways with all the familiarity, sympathy, and ease of one born in the fold and contented with his lot.
She wondered if he had quarrelled with his party, and while he was talking she was proudly thinking, "The Federalists will not have him--no, not if he went on his knees to them!" And then she thought, "He is a man without a country." Rand sat somewhat silent and distrait, his mind occupied in building, building, now laying the timbers this way and now that; but presently, upon his guest's referring to him some point for elucidation, he entered the conversation, and thenceforth, though he spoke not a great deal, his personality dominated it.

The acute intelligence opposite him took faint alarm.

"I am bargaining for a supporter," Burr told himself, "not for a rival," and became if possible more deferentially courteous than before.