Calvert of Strathore

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1903
I. The Legation at Paris II. The France Of 1789 III. The Lass with the Delicate Air IV. At the Palais Royal V. The Private Secretary VI. Mr. Calvert Meets Old and New Friends VII. An Afternoon on the Ice VIII. The Americans are Made Welcome in Paris IX. In which Mr. Calvert's Good Intentions Miscarry X. At Versailles XI. Mr. Calvert Attends the King's Levee XII. The Fourth and the Fourteenth of July XIII. Monsieur de Lafayette Brings Friends to a Dinner at the Legation XIV. Mr. Calvert Rides Down into Touraine XV. Christmas Eve XVI. Mr. Calvert Tries to Forget XVII. Mr. Calvert Meets an Old Enemy XVIII. Mr. Calvert Fights a Duel XIX. In which an Unlooked-for Event Takes Place XX. Mr. Calvert Sees a Short Campaign under Lafayette XXI. Mr. Calvert Quits the Army and Engages in a Hazardous Enterprise XXII. Mr. Calvert Starts on a Journey XXIII. Within the Palace XXIV. The Tenth of August
There seemed to be some unusual commotion, a suppressed excitement, about the new and stately American Legation at Paris on the morning of the 3d of February in the year of grace (but not for France—her days and years of grace were over!) 1789. The handsome mansion at the corner of the Grande Route des Champs Elysées and the rue Neuve de Berry, which had lately belonged to Monsieur le Comte de l'Avongeac and in which Mr. Jefferson had installed himself as accredited minister to France after the return of Dr. Franklin to America, presented an appearance different from its usual quiet.
Across the courtyard, covered with snow fallen during the might, which glittered and sparkled in the brilliant wintry sunshine, grooms and stable-boys hurried between écuries and remises, currying Mr. Jefferson's horses and sponging off Mr. Jefferson's handsome carriage, with which he had provided himself on setting up his establishment as minister of the infant federation of States to the court of the sixteenth Louis. At the porter's lodge that functionary frequently left his little room, with its brazier of glowing coals, and walked up and down beneath the porte-cochère, flapping his arms vigorously in the biting wintry air, and glancing between the bars of the great outer gate up and down the road as if on the lookout for some person or persons. In the hotel itself, servants moved quickly and quietly about, setting everything in the most perfect order.