"Oh yes"

Said the patroon.

"She's a match for Peggy, Old Schuyler didn't raise meek creatures, for sure"

He added.

"My own wife is also in that salon, so they probably teamed up"

The Dutch-American chews non-chantically a bite of a sweet. He sips a bit of wine.

"You're now a dashing secretary, no wonder why. I came because, how couldn't I attend? But I'm a bit at loss at this, I must admit, because I have no career or political estature. Even if I exchanged words with fellow... with some acquaintances"

He had talked with some freemasons of the lodge, member of the congress. And also with people he remembered from parties, receptions and even Harvard.