It will not be thought strange that my invitation to dine with the President put me in high with myself, and this notwithstanding such information as I had already acquired as to the looseness and informality of the White House since the of President Adams. Although Mr. Jefferson's custom was to invite many kinds of persons to his elegant little dinners, the guests were generally selected for their compatibility.
On the other hand, my was tempered by the fact that another result of my chance meeting with His Excellency in the woods had been a sharp dashing of the hopes which had brought me to Washington. I refer to the matter of General Wilkinson's expedition to the West. Having reasons of my own for not wishing to apply to the Commander-in-Chief for the leadership of the expedition, I had come on to the Federal City in the fond hope of receiving the appointment from the Secretary of War. Fate had given me the opportunity of making my modest request direct to the source of all Federal , with the results which have been stated.
It was therefore without elation that, dressed in my small-clothes and new coat, my best shirt-frill, and highest pudding , I jogged north along the avenue which, only three days before, had seen me ride south in my buckskins. My horse, feeling his oats after his days in stall, at the sober pace I set him. A word or even a touch would have put him into full , for all the depth of the . Yet, even had I not been in so grave a frame of mind, I had my silk stockings and fine shoes to consider.
In due time we came to the common about the Presidential , and entered the iron gate in the high rock wall built by Mr. Jefferson to enclose the noble building. On dismounting, my first surprise of the evening was that I should be in by a white attendant. I had expected that Mr. Jefferson would be served by slaves from his great at Monticello. Later I learned that he preferred to hire his entire of servants, some thirty or more, all of whom were white.
Upon giving my name as one of the dinner guests, I was shown into a pleasant, room, which, from a remark dropped by the attendant, I understood to be the President's cabinet. My first glance took in a view of walls lined with well-filled bookcases, globes, charts, and maps; my second, a brighter picture of window filled with roses and geraniums, in the midst of which was embowered a cage with a mocking-bird; my third glance followed down the long table in the centre of the room to where the tall, slender figure of my illustrious host was rising in greeting.
My second surprise of the evening lay in my recognition of the handsome, dashing little man who sat regarding me, alert and keen-eyed, from the far corner of the table. I had seen that , high-spirited face before, many a weary mile west of Washington.
The President met my advance with a benignant smile: "You are in very good season, Dr. Robinson. I am pleased that you did not forget my hasty invitation."
"One does not easily forget such an honor from Thomas Jefferson," I responded.
"Tut, tut!" he reproved, and turning to his companion, who rose with ease and quickness, said, "Colonel Burr, I wish to introduce Dr. Robinson—Dr. John H. Robinson of New Orleans—"
"Now of St. Louis," I corrected.
"Of St. Louis."
Had I been the President himself, Colonel Burr's bow could not have been more considerate or his smile more winning.
"If I missed the pleasure of an introduction to Dr. Robinson in New Orleans, it was not due to lack of desire on my part," he said. "Governor Claiborne and Mr. Daniel Clark alike highly of your merits, sir."
"That Colonel Burr should remember such chance remarks concerning an unknown young doctor is indeed a compliment," I replied. "You were out to me, sir, at the dinner given you by Governor Claiborne. An urgent professional call compelled me to leave before I could obtain an introduction. But my misfortune in missing the honor of meeting you, alike in New Orleans and upon your subsequent visit to St. Louis, will now, I trust, be by the pleasure of your company as a fellow guest."
"I had in mind that you would count yourself among the Western well-wishers of Colonel Burr," remarked Mr. Jefferson, eying me as I thought with a certain sharpness. "My idea for this dinner was a party whose members would share a common interest in Louisiana affairs."
As he finished speaking, the President stepped past me toward the door by which I had entered. Colonel Burr took his place, still smiling , but keen-eyed as a .
"Sir," he asked, in a low and eager voice, "may I indeed count you among my Western friends?"
It may have been the of the man, or possibly only the suddenness of the question, but I found myself answering without thought, "We are all your well-wishers, sir."
He smiled and gave me a significant glance which I did not half understand and liked still less. The words were on my tongue's tip to correct his evident misconception of my hasty answer, when he, in turn, stepped past me, bowing and smiling. I turned about, and received my third surprise. The President and Mr. Burr were exchanging bows with my Spanish don of the carriage!
Great as was my , I and unconsciously made mental note of the look of understanding which as I turned was passing between the don and Colonel Burr.
The former flashed a glance of from myself to the President, who met it with his ungraceful but ready courtesy—"Don Pedro Vallois, Dr. John H. Robinson."
"And my good friend, señor!" added Mr. Burr, with a warmth of tone that astonished me.
Señor Vallois responded to my bow with one as polite as it was . There was no sign of recognition in his cold eyes. The opportunity was too to .
"I trust, señor, that you were not again stalled, and have not been required to inhabit the centre of the avenue these past three days," I remarked.
At this he gazed at me with more interest. No doubt my voice jogged his memory, for in a moment his eye , and he grasped my hand with the of an Englishman.
"Por Dios! It is our caballero of the mire!"
"The same, señor. It is good fortune which brings us together as guests of His Excellency the President," I replied, thinking to divert the conversation. It was in vain.
"How?—What is this, señor? You know Dr. Robinson?" questioned Colonel Burr, his eyes sparkling not altogether pleasantly, and his lips beneath their smile.
Señor Vallois waved his hand for attention and proceeded, with much detail and elaboration, to recount my simple with the fence rails. In the midst entered the Honorable Henry Dearborn, the Secretary of War, to whom I had been introduced on the day of my arrival by Senator Adair. His nod of recognition an introduction by Mr. Jefferson, and the señor's account proceeded to the end without interruption.
Mr. Jefferson and Colonel Burr were alike pleased to give the señor close attention. The former was first to make his comment,—"A friendly deed, and one seldom met with nowadays."
Colonel Burr was not content so to spare my .
"Friendly!" he exclaimed, "friendly! is the word, sir! We read of Raleigh spreading his cloak for a queen. Here is an American gentleman who into the mire to out a lady's coach, an act by far the more gallant!" He faced about to give me a knowing smile. "You saw the lady from the carriage window, and, of course, beauty in distress—"
"Santisima Virgen! My niece to a stranger in the highway!" protested Señor Vallois, in a tone that would have compelled a far duller man than Colonel Burr to realize his mistake.
"Your pardon, señor!" he hastened to explain. "A figure of speech. I infer that the lady looked out, and Dr. Robinson, chancing to see her—"
"No, no, Colonel!" I broke in. "I cannot lay claim to the gallantry with which you would credit me. It was the needless of the horses which prompted me to the action."
"The more credit to your , sir," remarked Mr. Jefferson, with a heartiness which added to my . The nod of and warm glance of General Dearborn in part consoled me for the stress of the situation.
Whether the grave look of Señor Vallois indicated approval or of my disclaimer of gallantry I could not tell. But Colonel Burr was open in his protest.
"What! what!" he cried. "Is this the manner of the coming generation? Have romance and gallantry fled with the peruke?"
He looked from my loose, unpowdered curls to the Spaniard's .
"Youth will have its day," said General Dearborn, offering him his snuff-box. Mr. Burr took a pinch with the of a beau. The dose was of such strength that the sneeze which followed flapped the Colonel's queue and lifted a cloud of powder from his hair. The President, Señor Vallois, and myself having in turn declined the box, General Dearborn the Colonel with a sneeze that stirred his own thin queue and powder.
Mr. Jefferson made some remark commending the growing of fashion with regard to the of the hair. He was interrupted by the entrance of a small, gentleman in black broadcloth, who bowed familiarly to the President and General Dearborn, and formally to Colonel Burr. I learned without delay that the newcomer was no less a personage than the Secretary of State, for Mr. Jefferson at once presented to him first the señor and then myself.
The introduction brought me to a full of the honor which had been conferred upon me. That such notable men as my fellow guests should be dining with the President was a matter of course, but that I should be present as a member of so a party was, I flattered myself, a most signal honor for an unknown young doctor.
The situation was in part explained by the President, who, as Mr. Madison met my bow with a glance of his mild blue eyes, remarked, in his easy, informal manner: "My secretary had a fall while riding to the hounds, and Dr. Robinson has been so good as to take his place with us this evening. Dr. Robinson is with matters to Louisiana Territory."
A servant appeared at the door of the drawing-room, and Mr. Jefferson moved forward beside Señor Vallois, with a word of explanation: "We will join the ladies, gentlemen."