: "At the State
Department yesterday, Mr. Secretary Randolph asked me, knowing I was to
see you to-day, if you knew of any French gentleman who could act as
translating clerk. Of course he must know English."

"Why not my neighbor De Courval?" said the merchant. "But he is hardly
of Mr. Randolph's politics."

"And what are they?" laughed Mr. Bingham. "Federal, I suppose; but as
for De Courval, he is of no party. Besides, ever since Freneau left on
account of the fever, the Secretaries are shy of any more clerks who
will keep them in hot water with the President. For a poet he was a
master of rancorous abuse."

"And who," said Girard, "have excelled the poets in malignancy? Having
your permission, I will ask our young friend." And turning to Rene, he
related what had passed between him and Mr. Bingham.

Somewhat surprised, Rene said: "I might like it, but I must consult Mr.
Schmidt. I am far from having political opinions, or, if any, they are
with the Federals. But that would be for the Secretary to decide upon.
An exile, Mr. Girard, should have no political opinions unless he means
to become a citizen, as I do not."

"That seems reasonable," said Bingham, the senator for Pennsylvania,
overhearing him. "Your health, De Courval, I commend to you the white
grape juice. And if the place please you, let it be a receipt in full
for my early contribution of mud." And laughing, he told Girard the
story.

"Indeed, sir, it was a very personal introduction," returned Rene.

"I should like well to have that young man myself," said Girard in an
aside to Bingham. "This is a poor bit of advancement you offer--all
honor and little cash. I like the honor that attends to a draft."

The senator laughed. "Oh, Schmidt has, I believe, adopted De Courval or
something like it. He will take the post for its interest. Do you know,"
he added, "who this man Schmidt may be?"

"I--no; but all Europe is sending us mysterious people. By and by the
kings and queens will come. But Schmidt is a man to trust, that I do
know."

"A good character," cried Schmidt, coming behind them. "My thanks."

"By George! It was lucky we did not abuse you," said Bingham.

"Oh, Madeira is a gentle critic, and a good dinner does fatten
amiability. Come, Rene, we shall get on even terms of praise with them
as we walk home."

The party broke up, joyous at having dined well.

As they went homeward, Schmidt said: "Our host, Rene, is not a mere
gourmet. He is