"Our people
feel too sternly to be reconciled. We need some new party--"
Again the other raised a warning hand. "_Do not say that word_!
Others have principles as much as you and I. Let us not speak with
recklessness of consequences. But, privately, and without hot
argument, my dear friend, the singular thing to me is that you, an
old leader of the people, with a wide following in the North and
South, should now be entertaining precisely the same principles--
though not expressing them with the same reckless fervor--which are
advanced by the latest and most dangerous abolitionist of the time."
"You do not mean Mr. Garrison? Any of my New York or Boston
friends?"
"No, I mean a _woman_, here in Washington. You could perhaps guess
her name."
The other drew his chair closer. "I presume you mean the lady
reputed to have been connected with President Taylor's commission,
of inquiry into affairs in Hungary--"
"Yes,--the 'most beautiful woman in Washington to-day.
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