Your room's all ready, sir, and Burwell shall bring you a julep.

I reckon you're pretty tired.

Lord! I'd rather clear a mountain side and then plough it, than to have to sit there all day on that there Justice's Bench and listen to them Federalists! They're a lot! And that Fairfax Cary--he's a chip of the old block, he surely is! He'd have gone through fire to-day to see his brother win.
This way, gentlemen! Sally'll have supper ready in a jiffy.

I smell the coffee now.

Well, well, Mr.Rand! to think of the way you used to trudge up here all weathers, snow or storm or hot sun, just for a book--and now you come riding in on Selim, elected to Richmond, over the heads of the Carys! Life's queer, ain't it?
We'll hear of you at Fontenoy next!" Rand smiled.