“Dear Mr. Carrington! Isn't he sweet? I think he's a delicious man. I don't know what I should do without him. Since poor Mr. Baker left me, we have been together all the time. You know my poor husband left directions that all his papers should be burned, and though I would not say so unless you were such a friend of Mr. Carrington's, I reckon it's just as well for some people that he did. I never could tell you what quantities of papers Mr. Carrington and I have put in the fire; and we read them all too.” Madeleine asked whether this was not dull work. “Oh, dear, no! You see I know all about it, and told Mr. Carrington the story of every paper as we went on. It was quite amusing, I assure you.” Mrs. Lee then boldly said she had got from Mr. Carrington an idea that Mrs. Baker was a very skilful diplomatist. “Diplomatist!” echoed the widow with her genial laugh; “Well! it was as much that as anything, but there's not many diplomatists' wives in this city ever did as much work as I used to do. Why, I knew half the members of Congress intimately, and all of them by sight. I knew where they came from and what they liked best. I could get round the greater part of them, sooner or later.” Mrs. Lee asked what she did with all this knowledge. Mrs. Baker shook her pink-and-white countenance, and almost paralysed her opposite neighbour by a sort of Grande Duchesse wink: “Oh, my dear! you are new here. If you had seen Washington in war-times and for a few years afterwards, you wouldn't ask that. We had more congressional business than all the other agents put together. Every one came to us then, to get his bill through, or his appropriation watched. We were hard at work all the time. You see, one can't keep the run of three hundred men without some trouble. My husband used to make lists of them in books with a history of each man and all he could learn about him, but I carried it all in my head.” “Do you mean that you could get them all to vote as you pleased?” asked Madeleine. “Well! we got our bills through,” replied Mrs. Baker. “But how did you do it? did they take bribes?” “Some of them did. Some of them liked suppers and cards and theatres and all sorts of things. Some of them could be led, and some had to be driven like Paddy's pig who thought he was going the other way. Some of them had wives who could talk to them, and some--hadn't,” said Mrs. Baker, with a queer intonation in her abrupt ending. “But surely,” said Mrs. Lee, “many of them must have been above--I mean, they must have had nothing to get hold of; so that you could manage them.” Mrs. Baker laughed cheerfully and remarked that they were very much of a muchness. “But I can't understand how you did it,” urged Madeleine; “now, how would you have gone to work to get a respectable senator's vote--a man like Mr. Ratcliffe, for instance?”