I am no dreamer and no braggart when I say that in the West I can play the Corsican.

What can I do here?
Become, perhaps, Governor of Virginia; wait until Mr.Jefferson is dead, and Mr.Madison is dead, and Mr.Monroe is dead, and then, if the world is yet Republican, become President?
The governorship I do not want; the presidency is but a chance, and half a lifetime off! But this--this, Jacqueline, is real and at hand.

Say that I go, say that I gain a throne where you and I may sit and rule, wise and great and sovereign, holding kingdoms for our children--" "Oh!" exclaimed Jacqueline.
Rand drew her to him.

"Don't fear--don't fear! The child will come--we want him so!" "Promise me," she cried,--"promise me that you will see Colonel Burr no more, write to him no more! Promise me that you will put all this away, forever, forever! Oh, Lewis, give me your word!" "I will do nothing rash," he said.

"We will go back to Roselands,--we will watch and wait awhile.