"Excitement... that is one word for it, I suppose."
Washington's eyes are sympathetic.
"You don't need to stand on formality. I consider you and Alexander to be like sons -- and Theo to be like a granddaughter. You both are welcome here."
He seems unfathomably old, suddenly. Pained. He looks away. (He is thinking that he is glad Jefferson's doctor has set up his sickbed elsewhere -- though he is conscious it will still have the appearance of playing favorites. He is thinking that he hopes the Union survives this disaster. He is thinking that he needs James Madison on his side.)
"At least take a bed-chamber," he suggests. "If an old man can offer some comfort to one who has been so wounded, perhaps it can be that."
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Washington's eyes are sympathetic.
"You don't need to stand on formality. I consider you and Alexander to be like sons -- and Theo to be like a granddaughter. You both are welcome here."
He seems unfathomably old, suddenly. Pained. He looks away. (He is thinking that he is glad Jefferson's doctor has set up his sickbed elsewhere -- though he is conscious it will still have the appearance of playing favorites. He is thinking that he hopes the Union survives this disaster. He is thinking that he needs James Madison on his side.)
"At least take a bed-chamber," he suggests. "If an old man can offer some comfort to one who has been so wounded, perhaps it can be that."