"None. I offered to take a lucrative position in Canada."
"And they offered you none?"
"No. At last they seemed to grow weary with my demands, and hinted very strongly that the disaffection in New England toward the government of the United States was nothing more serious than a local partisan feeling, and, as a polite way of dismissing me and getting rid of my demand, they referred me to Sir George Prevost, the successor of Sir James Craig."
"And have you called on Sir George?" asked Mr. Madison, coolly.
"No, sir; I have had enough of their delaying and dallying, and instead of sailing for Quebec, I sailed for Boston, determined, if the government of the United States would pay me for it, to divulge the whole secret of British perfidy to this government."
"We'll pay ye, won't we, Misther Madison?" put in Terrence, with his characteristic impertinence.
"What proofs have you of the perfidy of Great Britain?" asked the president.
"I have letters, sir, and official documents which would make any honorable man blush."
"No doubt of it, yer honor," put in Terrence.
"Have you those papers with you, Mr. Henry?" asked the careful president.