Since Alexander was busy with the war, and since his school closed for most of it, he was forced to educate himself in the ways of the law, when he had the time ofcourse. And it was because of this, he was able to pass his bar exam without having to go back to school. Burr meanwhile, had to go back to school.
Alexander was a successful lawyer, he was even able to move his young family out of his in-laws' house and into their own in New York City. After Burr passed the Bar, he and Alexander tended to collaborate often, as they worked well together, even though Alexander's business partner was a man named Richard Harison.
Caroline was lucky to not have any complications with the delivery of her son. When she held him in her arms she stared lovingly at him. He was so beautiful.
"My son." Caroline said to her baby as he nursed, "I love you." She continued to stare, and couldn't help but think of Lafayette. "I wish your father could see you." She quietly said.
"I'm sure he is Mrs. Robinson." The midwife said. She, like most of the world, thought that Caroline was widowed, and not someone's passionate friend whom she had a one-night stand with.
Caroline heaved a sigh. How she longed for a normal life, but, that's not what she was meant for.
"Shall I send in your family?" The midwife asked.
"Yes please." Caroline replied.
The midwife nodded and left the room. When she returned, she lead in Mr. Robinson, the Robinson children, Mr & Mrs Hamilton, Angelica, Peggy, and Arthur Hoodson. They all crowded around the bed, admiring the new baby and making small-talk with his mother as the midwife stood just outside.
"Oh he's so cute!" little Mary cried, "What are you going to call him?"
"Thank you, and I don't know." Caroline answered, then she said in a voice that was loud enough for those around her, but too quiet for the midwife to hear, "Me and Laf have discussed it in letters, and we've decided to name him in some part after him, but that's it."
"What about Robert?" Arthur cheekily asked.
"Ha ha." Caroline dryly said. She knew he was referencing her soldier name.
Alexander was in deep thought, "What about Robert Gilbert?"
"Gilbert's part of one of his many names, isn't it?"
"Yes." Alexander answered.
"Uhmmm. Maybe." Caroline mused.
"Sounds perfect." Mr. Robinson stated.
"Another Robert Robinson, Father?" Robin complained.
"Why not?" Mr. Robinson asked, "There are plenty of Philips in this family." He was clearly indicating the Schuylers. I mean, Philip Schuyler, his oldest son Philip J. Schuyler. Angelica's oldest son Philip Church, Eliza's son Philip. And there were sure to be plenty more Philips in the family.
There was a chuckle in the room at the joke.
"What about John, or Laurens?" Caroline suggested.
Alexander's smile brightened, "I like those."
He and Carol shared a knowing glance. Eliza smiled a sad smile, she knew what they were thinking, and she told herself that she was fine.
"What about just Gilbert?" Cathrine suggested, "Or we can call him that."
"I like Bertie for a nickname." Peggy said, "Gilbert doesn't have to be his first name in order for that to work."
"I agree." Angelica said, "Lina, what do you think?"
"Bertie." Caroline thought aloud, "Yes, that's a nice name."
After more chatter, they finally decided to name the baby boy, John Gilbert Robinson. But the boy would go by Bertie.
After they decided on the name Eliza begged her friend, "Why can't you stay longer?" It had been decided that Caroline would stay with the Schuylers in their Albany home until Bertie was a year old, but Eliza loved having her friend near.
"Eliza dear, I told you I'm needed at the tavern." Caroline replied, then she turned to her father, "Right Papa?"
"Right." The patriarch answered, "But you will take things easy."
"How easy?" Caroline asked with a smirk.
Mr. Robinson let out a groan. "Lina we've been over this."
"I know." Lina replied.
"Very snarky for a woman who just gave birth." Mr. Robinson reprimanded.
Caroline merely rolled her eyes.
Lafayette was delighted when he heard the news about his new son's safe delivery. And thought his name wonderful, for he was named after both him and his recklessly brave late friend.
Alexander and Angelica loved taking walks together, and in general, being in each other's company. There were rumors that the two were having an affair, but they would hotly deny it. Even when they were at parties, or just out somewhere, people would assume that they were married, until Angelica was introduced as the in-law, or Eliza was introduced as Mrs. Hamilton.
One warm day, Angelica and Alexander were taking a stroll in his garden, arm-in-arm, having one of their enlightened talks.
"It sure is warm today." Alexander remarked.
"I know." Angelica replied, "And here we are dressed in layers."
"It's one of the drawbacks of civilized society," Alexander answered, "Anyone of status must wear at least three layers of clothing no matter how hot it is."
"That's for men." Angelica stated, "Women must wear all that, no matter their status."
"Well, women do need two layers of undergarments."
"At the moment." Angelica replied, "But maybe one day, women will only need one layer."
"Of undergarments, or layers in general?"
"Undergarments." Angelica answered, "Our busts need support, but corsets can damage one's body."
"Well the tight corsets are only for the rich." As you know my dears, tightlacing a corset is very dangerous for the body. It can squish your internal organs. Loose corsets are fine, but they do make breathing more difficult, and can atrophy your abdominal strength. Nothing too major, you can't take as much deep breaths as you normally would in them, which can lead to being out of breath more.
"Which I am." Angelica sighed. She liked her privilege, but she didn't like strain.
"Oh." Then Alexander looked awkwardly at his feet. Then he shook his head.
"What?" Angelica asked.
"Nothing." Alexander lied.
"You can tell me." Angelica said, "I promise not to tell."
Alexander sighed and sheepishly looked at her, "I imagined you without a corset."
"Was I wearing other garments?" Angelica slyly asked. She kinda liked the idea of him imagining her without undergarments on.
Alexander's face went bright red as he answered, "No."
Angelica blushed. "Are my feelings and sins mutual?" she thought.
"S-sorry." Alexander apologized.
"N-no, it's alright." Angelica stated, "It's kind of flattering."
"Really?"
"Well I think it is. Coming from you."
After sharing an awkward laugh, which lessoned the redness on Alexander's face, they stared lovingly into each other's eyes. At first it was the kind of love you might feel for a close friend or a close relative, (as they were) but then it quickly turned into the kind of love you might feel for a lover.
Watching them from behind a forked tree, Eliza quickly ducked behind for cover. "Are the rumors true?" She thought, "Are they really having an affair? Or are they just crushing on each other? Lina and the Washingtons did say his attentions wander, Martha even named a feral tom cat after him. And there was John… Why am I never enough?"
OOO
The year was 1784. Tomas Jefferson, with his oldest daughter Patsy, and their "staff" (domestic slaves. One of them, James Hemings, was the parental half-brother of Jefferson's late wife, Martha) boarded the ship that was to take them to France. His younger daughters were in the care of some friends and his nephews were put in the care of James Madison.
When they had settled, Patsy told her father, "I can't wait to go to France! I hope I my French is good enough."
"Don't worry," Thomas assured his daughter, "I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, by the time we go back to the U.S., if we ever do, you'll probably be worried about your English!"
Patsy laughed at her father's joke. It was so good to see him be happy after her mother's death two years ago. In fact, the only reason they were even going to France was to distract Jefferson from his grief. And if it weren't for James Madison, he wouldn't have gone back to politics at all.
"I wonder what the place we'll be staying will look like?" Patsy asked.
"Probably wonderful."
"I can't wait!"
After about a month of traveling, the Jeffersons finally made it to Paris. Soon after arriving, Thomas enrolled his daughter at the abbey school in Pentemont Abbey.
OOO
Eliza stared lovingly at her newborn daughter, her second child. She was interrupted when the door opened and Alexander entered with the midwife behind him.
They both smiled at each other.
"I'll leave you three alone." The midwife said, "Call me when you're ready."
"Thank you." The couple said in unison.
The midwife nodded and left the room. Alexander went to the bed and knelt beside his loving wife. "She's beautiful." He beamed, "Just like you."
Eliza couldn't help but widen her smile and slightly blush.
"What shall we call her?" Alexander asked.
"Angie." Eliza answered, "It seems like the perfect nickname for her, don't you think?"
"Yes." Alexander answered, "Angelica #2."
They both chuckled. Although Eliza couldn't help but feel a slight pain.
Then the midwife peeped her head through the door. "Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton?"
"Yes?" The couple answered.
"Your son would like to see you three."
The couple looked at each other, then back at the midwife. "Send him in." Eliza said.
The midwife nodded and widened the door, and little two-year-old Philip Hamilton toddled into the room with the governess close behind him. Alexander quickly got up and picked his son up.
"Wanna meet your new sister?" Alexander asked his son.
"Yes." Philip answered.
With a smile, Alexander carried his son to the bed and placed him on the edge.
"Philip," Eliza gently said as she neared her, "this is your sister Angie."
"Sissy." Philip repeated to himself, "Anchi."
"An-GIE" Eliza repeated.
"Anchi." Philip repeated.
"You'll get it." Alexander chuckled.
Philip reached out to touch his new sister, and examined her closely. "Ba-by." He said.
"That's right." Eliza replied, "A baby, like you were."
"Me?" Philip asked.
"Yes," Alexander answered, "and now you're a big brother."
"Broth-er." Philip repeated.
"That's right." Alexander cooed, "You're a brother." Then he remembered his own brother, whom he still missed. The two hadn't seen each other since they were separated, even though he was invited to the wedding. But at least they still kept in touch.
The family seemed perfect, indeed, it would be hard to find a happier family than theirs at that moment. The parents were doting, and the children forever close.
Jefferson and Lafayette were walking in the Halles aux Bleds on their way to dinner. It amazed everyone including themselves how much alike they looked. While they were walking and talking, an acquaintance, John Trumbull, came up to them with a couple in tow.
"Monsieurs!" Trumbull called to them.
"Ah the Painter of the Revolution!" Jefferson answered.
"Lovely to see you." Lafayette replied, "Who are your companions?"
"Monsieurs," Trumbull announced, "may I introduce Richard and Maria Cosway."
"Pleasure to meet you." Richard said as he extended his hand and his wife curtsied.
"And you." Jefferson said as he shook the man's hand. He found Maria very beautiful, and her eyes very captivating and intelligent.
"Likewise." Lafayette said as he shook Richard's hand.
"So," Jefferson asked, "tell us about yourselves."
"Well sir," Richard answered, "I am a painter, as well as my wife. We are both very talented."
"Really?" Jefferson and Lafayette asked.
"Yes." Maria quickly interjected, she knew how controlling her husband could be. She didn't even love him, but he was well off. "Perhaps you could see our work sometime."
"I'll be sure to make the time." Jefferson, who was becoming enamored by the charming 27-year-old, replied.
"As will I." Lafayette replied, "Maybe I could introduce you to my wife."
The five of them talked for about half an hour. Towards the end of their conversation, Maria stated, "Today seems like the perfect day to go to the Palais Royal, doesn't it?"
"I don't think so." Richard answered.
"I think it is," Trumbull replied, "but I have other things to do."
"So do we." Lafayette replied, he and Jefferson had made plans to have dinner with a fellow Republican.
"Well," the 43-year-old Jefferson added, "I could clear my schedule and accompany you, Mrs. Cosway."
"Really?" Maria and Lafayette asked.
"Yes." Jefferson answered, then he turned to Lafayette and told him, "Tell our dinning companion I have official business I need to attend to." Then he offered his arm to Maria, who happily took it, then off they went to the Palais Royal to spend the evening together.
The two spent everyday together, for they rather enjoyed the other's company as well as their shared love of art and architecture. Jefferson hadn't felt so happy in years, and he found himself falling in love. Maria seemed to feel the same, but she wanted to be as faithful as she could to her unfaithful husband, and avoid pregnancy.
OOO
Jefferson and Lafayette were on their way to the Cosways for tea. Adrienne, who you might remember as Lafayette's wife (Who at the moment had no idea that her loving husband whom she dearly loved with all her heart, had fathered a child with another woman), was out visiting family with the children. During their walk, they had the following conversation:
"I couldn't help but notice mon ami," Lafayette said, "that you've been spending a lot of time with Madame Cosway."
"Well she is charming," Jefferson replied, "and very intelligent." He then took on a dreamlike stare as he listed all of her other talents and skills, but I won't bore you with that. He finished his reply by saying: "If she weren't married I'd probably propose."
Lafayette chuckled. The man was a romantic. He then he thought of Caroline and their child. Her and Alexander's letters said he was doing well. Oh how he longed to meet little Bertie, but he knew he couldn't. He was sent a copy of a drawing of him that was drawn by Peggy, which he kept on his home desk, next to drawings and portraits of his other children. He simply told everyone that it was merely a drawing of a dear friend's child. He kept all of Carol's letters in a locked box, to ensure that his dear friend couldn't be used as blackmail, or have her reputation ruined. Also, he couldn't bear to break his wife's heart, again.
Finally, the two friends arrived at the Cosways. When they entered the drawing room, they saw Maria looking as lovely as ever, chatting up an equally lovely young woman dressed in pink, who looked very familiar to Lafayette.
"Ah, Monsuirs!" Maria said when she saw them. Then she got up to properly greet them. "Lovely to see you."
"And you." Jefferson and Lafayette answered in unison.
"I would like to introduce you two to my friend," Maria said as she lead them to the table. Then she gestured to the young woman, "Monsuirs, this is Mrs. Church. Angelica, this is Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette."
"Lovely to see you again Madame." Lafayette said as he extended his hand.
"And you Mounsuir." Angelica replied as she gave him her hand, "I haven't seen you since my sister's wedding."
After he kissed her hand, he replied, "Oui. And how is she doing? Alexander wrote me saying that they had another child named after you."
"Oh yes, my darling niece. I haven't met her, but I was sent a drawing." Angelica answered, She apparently looks very much like me, and apparently acts like me."
"Well she must be very charming."
"So they say." Angelica said with a smile, then she turned to Jefferson and said to him, "Mr. Jefferson, I've been so longing to meet you."
"You have?" Jefferson asked, this beautiful woman, wanting to meet him? Well he was sorta famous.
"Of course," Angelica answered, "I've wanted to ask you about the Declaration of Independence."
"Oh yes." Jefferson replied with excitement, "That's one of my favorite pieces of writing that will no doubt be part of my legacy."
"Yes, I'm sure." Angelica replied, "I was wondering, why you didn't mention women."
"Well, because women weren't meant for politics." Jefferson answered.
"Why do you think so?" Angelica asked, she didn't believe that, and I can assure you my dears that Angelica is in the right. But sadly, at the time, this was the norm. Yes humans can be dicks, now watch your language.
"Because they're too tender." Jefferson dismissively answered. Making Lafayette roll his eyes.
"What about Queen Caroline, or Catherine the Great of Russia?" Angelica asked, "They were great politicians, and they were certainly not exceptions."
Jefferson was rather intrigued. "Are you sure they're not exceptions?"
"Yes." Angelica firmly answered, "As you said yourself, 'All men are created equal.' So, why wouldn't women be as well?"
Jefferson was taken slightly aback. "Well, uhh…"
"Why don't you compose your answer while we sit down?" Maria asked. She was quite eager to get tea started, and she wanted to sit down while watching the exchange.
"Y-yes." Jefferson stuttered, it was unlike him to be at a loss for words, especially when it came to the Declaration of Independence. But there was something about Angelica, that seemed to make him that way. It was her stare, her tone, everything about her. Jefferson was taken with both of the women in the room, even though both were married and Angelica was a mother of four.
OOO
Finally, after six weeks, Richard Cosway had had enough of France and the flirtatious and lusty Jefferson. Who, by the way, in an effort to impress the married Maria Cosway, jumped over a fence, and unfortunately, broke his right wrist. And then he wrote a 12-page declaration of love for the woman using his left hand, which by the way, was his non-dominate hand. For all his flaws, Jefferson was an impressive man.
Richard convinced his Italian-born wife to go back to England. This disheartened Maria and Jefferson, but they kept in constant correspondence.
Jefferson tried to pursue Angelica, who by this time had four healthy children, but she kept refusing his advancements. She was married, and the only one she would dare have an affair with was Alexander. Not that she would ever be physically unfaithful. Besides, she only viewed Jefferson as nothing more than a friend.
The Articles of Confederation clearly weren't working. Anyone with a brain could see that, but unfortunately, at the time, the United States, they weren't that united. In order for a law to pass, there needed to be at least 9/13 votes, and they couldn't enforce anything! And when Shay's rebellion broke out, no one wanted to help! The other states viewed it as a Massachusetts problem, and when the rebellion was crushed, Shay and his wife ran away to nearby Vermont, which didn't have to turn them over, so they didn't.
James Madison, you may remember was taking care of Thomas Jefferson's nephews, called for the now famous Constitutional Convention in Philly. Long story short, about half of the states refused to send anyone unless the strong George Washington and the elderly intellectual Ben Franklin also came. After much hard work, George Washington, who wanted nothing more than to relax at home, came. New York sent three delegates, Alexander Hamilton, who was a cross between Classical republican and a monarchist, and two other guys to outvote him. Washington was the only reason Alexander stayed, as he was still a father-figure to him.
Rhode Island didn't send anyone because they thought things were going great. And that is why they're the 13th state. They didn't even ratify the Constitution until 1792!
The Convention lasted weeks, and it was filled with debates, arguments and compromises. Some compromises were good, like the Connecticut compromise, which set up the Congress, and some were terrible, but unfortunately, necessary to bring the nation together, like the 3/5th compromise.
Madison took notes on the sessions, which you can view when we go to the National Constitution Center tomorrow. If we have time, but I'm not sure we'll get through much. The center is very big, and the Philly Zoo is the largest in PA.
When Hamilton spoke for five hours, Madison wasn't sure if he was serious, or just mad that his ideas got shut down.
The Jeffersons had been in Paris for three years when they received terrible news. Patsy's sister Lucy had died of whooping cough. While in mourning, he sent for his other daughter Polly.
When she arrived, instead of being accompanied by her adult governess, she was with her late mother's 16-year-old half-sister Sally Hemmings, who like her brother James, was a slave. Sally wasn't as good as a caretaker as the governess, but the old woman was too sick to make the journey. On the advice of Abigail Adams, who had sent him a letter to forewarn him about Sally's coming, as the duo first stopped in London for some reason, Jefferson found a proper nanny to look after little Polly. And the beautiful Sally was turned into Patsy's handmaid.
Although, the beautiful young slave girl would soon find herself gaining the attraction of the lustful Thomas Jefferson.
Eliza entered the printer shop, arms full of the latest manuscripts of The Federalist Papers. The three men had wisely entrusted her with sending the papers to the printers.
"Ah, Mrs. Hamilton," the clerk remarked when she entered, "more business I presume?"
"Yes Mr. Smith." Eliza answered, "And no, I won't tell you who Publius is." Alexander, Madison and John Jay had agreed to use Publius as their collative pen name for this project. Only them and Eliza knew who wrote what, as authorship was a closely guarded secret, mainly due to the Constitutional Convention being secretive. George Washington didn't want the public to know anything until they had everything figured out. They even shut and nailed the windows, and locked the door, in the middle of summer, before air conditioning was invented.
"Well, whoever they are," Mr. Smith replied, "they sure do write fast." Eliza entered the printer shop seemingly everyday with completed manuscripts, mostly her husbands, although some were collaborations he and Madison made. The two were good friends. (But of course we know that friendship didn't last. Mostly due to Jefferson.)
"Yes they certainly do." Eliza replied, trying to hide the sadness in her voice. Alexander was always busy, and although Eliza distracted herself with entertainments and the children, she did miss having a private life. Oh well, she was born for this life, and properly groomed. At least she got to go on outings with her beloved Alexander. And the theater, balls and parties were fun.
"How many this time?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Two." Eliza answered, "And I trust that these will end up in tomorrow's issues of The Independent Journal, New-York Packet and Daily Advertiser."
"Of course Mrs. Hamilton." Mr. Smith replied as he held out his hand. Eliza handed over the papers and the necessary payment. "Thank you Ma'am. I'll take this back now." Then Mr. Smith took the papers to the printer. When the clerk came back, he said to Eliza, "You should have the papers back by either this evening, or tomorrow."
"Thank you, I, or one of my servants shall collect them." Eliza replied.
"Splendid." Mr. Smith replied, "Oh, and how's the children?"
"Wonderful! Philip and Angie play so nicely together, and they're very gentle with baby Alex. Oh, and we just took in an orphan."
"Really?"
"Yes, her mother, God Bless her, died recently, and her father, Colonel Antill, God bless his soul, couldn't properly care for her, so I suggested that we take her in. She gets along wonderfully with the others, she's like a second daughter."
"They should make you a saint." Mr. Smith remarked, "How old is she?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Eliza brushed off, "Anyone with a caring heart and the means to provide would've done so. And she's two."
"Ever the humble." The clerk replied, "Mr. Hamilton is lucky to have you."
Eliza smiled, "Everyone says that." "But he can't see it. Well, he is very busy. At least he doesn't flirt openly in front of me. He makes sure I can't see, but sometimes I do. At least what I see isn't serious."
"Because it's true. Why..."
Just then, another customer entered the shop.
"Oh, well, better not hold up business." Eliza said to the clerk after noticing the customer, "I shall see you later." Then she left.
OOO
Eliza, who pregnant with her fourth biological child, (As the motherless Fanny Antill was treated every bit like the Hamilton's own daughter), entered the debtor's prison with her husband at her arm. They were there to see Ralph Earl, a painter who had unfortunately found himself there. Alexander, being the kind man he was, asked Eliza if she would be willing to sit for the man, so poor Earl could make some money. Eliza of course agreed.
When they entered his cell, the painter beemed. "Ah, you must be the Hamiltons."
"Yes," Alexander replied, "and you must be that wonderful painter I've heard so much about."
Ralph smiled even more, but then he remembered where he was. "If only I could make some money."
"Cheer up," Eliza said, "once everyone sees your portrait of me, they'll want you to paint theirs. You should be flooding with commissions." And she was right, as he was eventually able to buy his way out.
"Very optimistic." Ralph replied.
"In today's world one must be." Eliza stated.
With a smile, Ralph turned to Alexander and said to him, "You are a very lucky man."
"I know." Alexander answered, full of love and pride.
It was a rather peaceful day, Jefferson and his family were on their way to the Lafayette's house for business and recreation. Sally, having been upgraded to Patsy's lady-in-waiting after France abolished slavery, accompanied them in her fine clothes that the lustful Jefferson bought her.
While they were riding along in their carriage, Patsy asked her childhood friend, "Are you sure you'll be alright?" Sally, who was around the same age as Patsy, hadn't been feeling well the past few weeks. She had dizzy spells and rounds of nausea.
"I'm sure Pat." Sally replied, "And if I'm wrong, the Lafayettes are a nice family, and if need be, I'm sure I'll be in good hands." She smiled caringly at her best friend, who was also her niece. Then she cast a worried glance at Jefferson. She had promised herself that she wouldn't be like her mother, Betty. Her master's mistress and bearing his children who would be his legal property. Would any of her children end up as one of her nieces' dower? As she was her sister Martha's?
"I'm sure you'll be fine." Jefferson replied, "I'll make sure of it."
"Is anything wrong, Auntie?" Little Polly asked. She had grown used to calling the former slave that, she was her mother's sister afterall.
"Oh, I've just been feeling a bit under-the-weather these past few weeks." Sally replied dismissively, "Nothing to worry about." She wasn't very convincing, put everyone just let it go.
Soon, they arrived at the Lafayette's townhouse. When they entered, greetings and other pleantries were made. Polly went to play with Anastasie and Georges, who had a new little sister named Virginie. Jefferson convinced the couple to name their youngest daughter that. The men went to Lafayette's office, while the women went to the drawing room for tea.
While the ladies were chatting, Sally suddenly felt nauseous from the smell of the tea cakes. She put one hand to her mouth and nose, and the other to her stomach, hoping the feeling would go away soon.
"Miss Hemmings, are you alright?" Adrienne asked.
"Well Madame," Sally answered, "I don't mean to be rude, but, I've been feeling a little ill over the past few weeks, and the smell of this beautiful spread is making me nauseous."
"Have you've seen a doctor?"
Sally shook her head.
Adrienne looked at the girl hard. She was beautiful, although her skin was darker than her and Patsy's. She looked old enough to menstruate, yet young enough to fall prey to flatterers. "How old are you?" The mother of three asked the older teen.
"16." Sally answered.
"Have you started your cycle yet?"
"Yes Madame, but I haven't had it yet this month."
"I see." Adrienne said thoughtfully. "Have you been with a man?"
Sally suddenly felt nervous, "In what context?"
"Madame," Patsy interjected, "I highly doubt that my aunt is pregnant. She's my best friend, if she had been with a man, she'd tell me."
A wave of guilt suddenly hit the poor former slave. Then she said, "I fear it's getting worse, may I be excused?"
"Of course." The hostess answered, "The chamber pot is in that side room over there." She pointed in the right direction.
"Thank you." Then Sally quickly got up and left. As she hovered over the pot, tears began to flow from her eyes. "I should tell her." She thought, "I can't hide this forever! But I don't want to break Patsy's trust! Oh, why did I agree! I should've said, 'I'm free Mr. Jefferson, I want to end this.' Or even before that, I should've said no. But, would he have listened? Would it even matter?" Finally, she felt something foul exit her stomach and enter her throat, she quickly vomited the remains of her breakfast into the small chamber pot. "I should confess. Tell them now before I get big." Once she recovered, Sally returned to the tea room with a guilty expression.
"Is something wrong?" Patsy asked as her friend neared the table.
"Patsy," Sally said in a slow, quiet and regretful voice after she sat down, "I have something to confess."
"What is it?" Patsy asked, full of concern.
"You won't like it, and I fear it shouldn't be said in front of all these nice ladies, but I have to say it."
"You can whisper it to me." Patsy said.
"And you have no need to fear my dear." Adrienne added, "You are among friends here, who wouldn't dare tell your secrets."
Sally took a deep breath. "I have been with a man. Multiple times. I never told anyone because I was ashamed."
"There's no need to be ashamed," Patsy gently said, "you know you can tell me anything."
"And there's no shame in your body's natural feelings." Adrienne added.
"But, there is a good reason." Sally sadly stated, "He's older than me, and I think he was only initially attracted to me because of my status. I was uncomfortable, but he was so kind and gentle, at least I thought so." She covered her face again.
Patsy immediately hugged her friend. Even Adrienne got up to comfort the girl.
"It's alright." Patsy said, "I'll make sure my father never dismisses you."
"And I'll make sure you're not shamed." Adrienne soothed. It's a sad truth, that somewhat still exists today, especially in other countries my dears, that if a child is conceived out of wedlock, or at least the parents aren't in a stable romantic relationship, then the woman faces more public distain than the man. Even when both are equally responsible, or when the woman was pressured, or had little to no say. That is one of the dangers of double standards. But don't worry, you have a loving and understanding family. Although some members are more so than others.
"Thank you both," Sally replied through her tears, "but I'm afraid there's not much to be done." She knew marriage was out of the question, she couldn't marry the baby's father, and who in their right mind would marry a girl carrying another man's child? (That's not really the case today, at least were I'm from, but back then, it was very rare.)
"Who's the man?" Patsy asked. She was starting to assume it, but didn't want to believe it.
"You won't like it." Sally tried to avoid eye contact.
"Please Auntie." Patsy begged. She knew that nickname held influence over the slightly older girl.
Sally took a deep breath. She knew she couldn't hide this for much longer. "Your father."
Patsy was taken aback by this. Her father? The other women in the room were also taken aback. That kind and charming man, seducing a 16-year-old?
"How?"
"It started shortly after I arrived here." Sally answered, "The Master gave me endless compliments. He said things like a beauty such as myself shouldn't go to waste, and that I would be less likely to experience sexual frustration if I had someone to take it out on."
"You fell for that?"
"He said it so charmingly," Sally replied, "and… it was true."
Patsy was left in such a state of shock, that she couldn't move. How could her father do this? Manipulate her best friend since childhood into being his mistress? Did he harbor such feelings for her? Her father wasn't a monster, and Sally was so resilient…
"Miss Jefferson, are you alright?" Adrienne's mother asked the girl.
Patsy straightened up and looked at the Duchess of Noailles. The other women in the room were starting to stare at her. The girl nodded and collected her thoughts. "I would like to have a word with my father." Patsy calmly stated, "Could any of you tell me where they might be?"
"Probably in Lafayette's office." Adrienne answered, "I could show you."
"Thank you Madame." Patsy replied.
"Can I come with you?" Sally asked.
Patsy wasn't too sure, but she answered. "Of course." Afterall, the other girl might also want a word.
The two girls were led to Lafayette's office. Once there, Adrienne said, "This is it. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you." Patsy said with a smile. Adrienne smiled back and went to rejoin the others in the drawing room. Patsy looked at her childhood friend and asked her, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Sally replied.
Patsy took her hand and knocked on the door with the other.
"Who is it?" Lafayette asked from the other side.
"Martha Jefferson." Patsy answered, "I would like a private word with my father."
"One minute." Lafayette replied. After some communication from within, the door opened, and Lafayette greeted them with a smile. "Come in."
"Thank you." Patsy then took her aunt by the hand and pulled her into the room. As soon as she entered, Lafayette closed the door behind him.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Jefferson asked, he had a pretty good idea, what with his oldest glaring at him, but he didn't want to assume things.
"Father, is it true that you've had sexual relations with my best friend?"
"Well, uh…" Jefferson was at a loss for words.
Patsy crossed her arms, "I'm waiting."
Jefferson sighed and hung his head, it was unusual for him to feel shame. But his daughter, much like her mother and namesake, knew how to make him feel it. "Yes."
"How could you?!" Patsy yelled, although she tried her best to have an inside voice.
"Patsy please. Others will hear."
But she wasn't listening, but still she lowered her voice a bit, "She's only 16, and you're over 40!"
"I know." Jefferson answered, "But you know, ever since your mother died, I've been feeling lonely."
"That's no excuse for impregnating a teenager!"
"Impregnating?" Jefferson looked to Sally with slight confusion. He had suspected something, but he couldn't believe it. She was now a free woman, and the law might be on his head.
"Surprise." Sally awkwardly said with her hand over her stomach, then she let out an awkward laugh.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Jefferson asked.
"I didn't want to be." Sally answered. "Besides, you should've guessed."
"I didn't want it to be true."
"Then you shouldn't have made it possible." Sally reprimanded, "You shouldn't have filled my head with those thoughts. You shouldn't have been so charming."
"I was lonely!" Jefferson angrily defended himself, "And you reminded me so much of my late wife."
"What about me?" Patsy asked, fearful that she would take his fancy.
"You're my daughter, of course I wouldn't." Jefferson answered.
"You sure?" Patsy asked.
"Yes! Cross my heart!"
Patsy glared at him, then let out a sigh. Finally she asked in a sad and quiet yet stable voice, "Do you think this what Mother would've wanted?"
"What?" Jefferson asked in a state of shock.
"For her youngest sister, her eldest daughter's playmate, to be an unwed mother at such a young age?"
Jefferson looked down at his feet. His daughter's words cut deep. He had conflicting views about slavery, which he tried not to think about much. After collecting his thoughts, he looked at the two women and calmly said, "I know I did wrong, but Sally, if you'll come back with me to America, I promise to treat you with the same respect I treated your sister, and free any and all of your children when they turn 21, and treat them like I treat my other children."
"Will you free me?" Sally asked, she loved being free. She loved earning an income, even if it was only $2 a month, half of what her brother got.
"When all your children are free." Jefferson answered. He didn't want to lose her, or make her suffer the fate of an unwed mother.
"If I go back I'll be your slave again." Sally stated, "Here I'm free, and treated like a human."
"You won't if you're an unwed mother!" Jefferson countered.
"Our hostess has promised me, with Patsy as my witness, that I won't have to worry."
"What about rumors?"
"I can handle it."
"France isn't very stable." Jefferson remarked, "Besides, won't you miss your family?"
The three of them were well aware of Sally's close bond with her family, the majority of whom were back in America.
"I can write letters." Sally answered, "And you can't stop them!"
Jefferson felt angry, he was losing her. "Yes I can!"
"You're only a man." Sally hotly replied.
"I can give orders." Jefferson stated.
"Which I can overrule." Patsy boldly stated.
"No you can't." Jefferson sternly replied.
"Watch me." Patsy stated as she crossed her arms.
Jefferson stared at her, then he sighed in defeat. "You have a month to make up your mind."
OOO
It was a rather rainy day. Ana and Georges were busy with their lessons with their private tutor. Lafayette was busy with his government duties with the Assembly. Adrienne, feeling quite bored, decided to wonder about the house before going to the house's library. As she walked, she heard a crash coming from Lafayette's office. Curious, she entered the room to investigate.
When she entered, she saw one of her husband's letter boxes had fallen on the floor and the letters had scattered around it. One of the maids was kneeling down trying to fix the mess. When she saw her mistress, she immediately looked up and cried, "Oh Madame, forgive the mess. I was just cleaning and the box just fell."
"I see." Adrienne replied, she wasn't sure if she should believe that. With the discord France was facing, one had to be careful with spies, especially with her family's position. "Well, let me help you."
"You sure?" The maid asked as Adrienne moved towards her, it was entirely improper for a noblewoman to help a servant.
"Of course," The aristocrat answered, "together we can get the job done faster." Then she bent down to pick up the box, feeling very grateful that her clothing for the day was very simple and allowed for such activities, "Besides, I want to know what the letters say."
The maid smiled and picked up the letters while Adrienne investigated the box. It was the box Laf always kept locked, she never knew why, but he did. She assumed it was filled with state secrets or something. The lock was broken, probably from the fall, although the woman couldn't help but wonder if the lock had been picked.
"These letters are in a funny language." The maid said as she handed some of the letters to Adrienne to put in the box.
Adrienne put the box down and looked at the letters, "They're written in English." She stated, "Probably from a friend he made in America."
"Oh yes, I remember. He helped give them freedom." The maid replied, "Did he teach you any English?"
"Why yes." Adrienne answered, "It's a rather hard language to learn, but I did it."
The maid nodded. She wanted to know what the letters said, but she didn't want to pry.
Adrienne was about to put the letters back in the box, when she happened to read the one on top:
My dearest, Laf,
I have so many things to tell you. Business is doing well, the tavern is almost always full. But to be fair, most of the young men come to flirt with me and Cathrine. I don't mind so long as they spend money, and treat us with respect. I know you'll probably say I have nothing to fear because of my past, and how Cat interrogated you at Eliza and Zander's wedding, but I must remind you of what a Romantic she is. I could write a book filled with all of her chatter about the young men who've taken her fancy. But I won't bore you with that Mon Cher.
"'Mon cher'?" Adrienne thought aloud. Why was this person calling her husband their dear? And why was there a coma after 'dearest'? She kept on reading:
Instead I shall tell you of other things, like our darling Bertie. Really Laffie, the boy has grown so much, and I must say he has your likeness, although you probably figured that out from the portrait I sent you last month. Oh my dearest friend, you have no idea how much he asks about you. As I said in my previous letter, he, as natural for a boy of six, wants to know everything he can about his "dead" father, and of course of his "Uncle Lafayette", one of our fledging country's heroes. Half of me wants to tell him The Truth, but the other half thinks him too young, and can't bare the heartache that's sure to follow. I know we agreed that he should know when he's 11, but I want to wait. I know that you want him to know, and I and the others agree, but still, would you break your other children's hearts?
"'Other children'?" Adrienne thought aloud. Did… did her husband cheat on her while he was in America, and have a bastard child? He had sworn that he had been faithful, had he lied? Trembling, Adrienne read through the rest of the letter, then re-read it. Then she read the others. Each one was from a woman named Carol, and they all contained a flirty vibe. It was clear that the two had a close and deep bond, and each one mentioned little Bertie, who poor Adrienne had come to realize was indeed her husband's bastard. With tears in her eyes, she put the letters in the box, got up and said to the maid, "I need some time alone." Then quickly left for her bedroom to cry her eyes out.
OOO
When Lafayette returned home after a long day of work, he happily greeted his family. But Adrienne, who felt rather conflicted at seeing her husband, simply watched him with the children. She had dried her eyes, and managed to unpuff them. When he came to greet her, she allowed herself to be kissed, but then said, "Lafayette, can I have a privet word with you?"
"Sure."
They went to their bedroom, which Lafayette noticed was missing Adrienne's things. She went to the bed and picked up the letter box that held Caroline's letters, and showed them to him. "This fell, and the lock broke. The letters scattered."
"Oh." Lafayette replied. He feared his wife had read them, but the lock was sturdy. "How'd it fall?"
"A maid was cleaning and accidently knocked it over." Adrienne answered, "I helped her with the cleaning up, and while we were, I managed to glance at a letter."
For the first time, Lafayette regretted teaching his wife English.
Adrienne continued, "I found myself reading that letter, and the others." She glared at him.
"Mon cher—"
"Don't!" Adrienne angrily cut off her husband. "You have no right to call me that anymore!" She threw the letter box on the bed, "You swore to me that you were faithful!"
"My heart was." Lafayette pleaded.
Adrienne glared at him. "Was it? Laffie?"
"We're just close friends." Lafayette stated. Although he and Caroline often bantered and flirted, they were insistent that their feelings were simply platonic. They had a deep bond and connection, sure, but it was simply platonic. Sure they had a kid together, but that wasn't the basis of their entire relationship.
"Yeah, extremely close."
"That was one time, I swear!" Lafayette protested, "We finally managed to drive the British from Yorktown, Cornwallis surrendered, everyone was celebrating… I, and many others, simply forgot ourselves."
"You certainly did." She said as she turned away from him, she was finding it difficult to face him. "Do you remember what you told me the week before our wedding?"
Lafayette sighed, "That I would never take on a mistress, without your consent."
"No lover of any sort." Adrienne said, "And yet the year before you left for America the first time, you took on the Countess of Hunolstein, Aglaé."
"I ended it." Lafayette defended.
"Because of gossip and my family." Adrienne retorted, "I forgave you. I gave you more children. And when Diane came, I turned a blind eye. I only accepted it because she was so kind, caring and charming, and I did pity her." Diane was the widow of Charles-Francois of Simiane, Marquis of Miremont, who had died earlier that year in a hunting accident, although there were rumors it was suicide. The marriage wasn't happy, for Charles was both prone to jealousy, and felt no sexual attraction towards her, so she sought comfort in other men (Which is why people thought Charles committed suicide). "And yet you never mentioned this Caroline, not in your letters, or when you briefly came home."
"I was sworn to secrecy!" Lafayette defended, "I couldn't reveal her secret."
"You could've said, 'Adrienne, I have a very deep affection for one of my fellow soldiers.' Then something about how I'm the only rival, or something so my heart wouldn't break as it did!" She heard him coming closer, "Don't take another step in my direction. I can't be trusted around you." Lafayette froze in his tracks. Adrienne continued, "Don't think you can talk your way into my arms," she hugged herself, "into my arms." She slowly lowered her arms to her pockets, then she reached inside one and pulled out some letters. They were the ones he had sent her while he was in America, promising that he was faithful and that he was hers alone, both romantically and sexually. As she reread them, her heart ached. She knew they were lies. With eyes on the verge of tears, she balled the letters up and threw them in the unlight fireplace. They were as good as burned to her.
Lafayette tried to reason with her, but wasn't sure what to say. He loved both her and Caroline, but he and the latter were insistent that their feelings were simply platonic, and that his feelings for his wife were more. Even his feelings for the blindingly beautiful Diane were starting to cool to simple friendship.
"I don't know who you are." Adrienne loudly whispered, "I have so much to learn." She took a deep breath, "I re-read your letters, and I want them burned!"
"Burned?" Lafayette asked, he couldn't bare to have Carol's letters to him burned while he was alive.
The French woman turned around to face him, "You know the risk if anyone finds hers. And as for mine, the ones in the fireplace will burn when the maid comes in to light your fire."
"But, Adrienne…"
Adrienne cut him off, "Don't." She breathed heavily, "From now on, our marriage will be public only. We shall sleep in separate beds, and we shall only interact to uphold our public image, care for the children, and if we need anything."
Lafayette was about to protest, but he knew it was useless. He had done wrong, he had to pay.
Adrienne neared him, "I am never enough for you, and I never will be. And when the time comes, explain to the children the pain and embarrassment you put their mother through. And when you meet their brother, explain the same." She was close to him now, "And one more thing," she removed the pearl and diamond bracelet he had sent her as a birthday present all those years ago and held it to her husband's face, "return this," she dropped it, and Lafayette quickly caught it, "to it's twin." Then she turned around and left the room.
The U.S. had it's very first presidential election. Sadly, only white men who owned property could vote. The results were practically unanimous, General George Washington, who had wanted nothing more than to relax at home with his wife and step-children, was now the country's first president. He won by a landslide! He was also the one practically everyone had in mind when writing the constitution.
As the new President got things in order, he wanted a man named Robert Morris to be his Secretary of Treasury. Morris however, refused, and suggested that Alexander Hamilton take the position instead.
Washington, although surprised, asked Alexander if he was interested. Again, to his surprise, Alexander immediately agreed, much to Eliza's dismay.
"Alexander…" Eliza started to say as her husband was about to leave to formally accept his position.
"I have to leave." Alexander replied. Although the federal government was stationed in NYC at the moment, it was destined to move. Alexander had even given up his law practice so he could be fair and impartial, no matter how hard the financial strain might be on the family. And he refused to borrow from his father-in-law.
"Alexander—" Eliza started again. She already didn't see him enough, there was no telling how busy he'd be with his new job.
Using his wife's earlier words against her, Alexander cut her off by saying, "Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now."
"Helpless…" Eliza managed to get out. She was feeling so helpless at the moment. She didn't want the pressure and spotlight of being the wife of a Cabinet member. She felt like Alexander was choosing the government over her and the children. And, to add to the distress, Alexander, as you remember my dears, had promised her that she would never feel helpless.
"They are asking me to lead." Alexander stated, for he was being put in charge of the country's finances.
Angry, Eliza shouted, "Look around, isn't this enough?"
Angelica, all the way in Europe, after hearing the news, thought, "He will never be satisfied."
Mr and Mrs Hamilton were unaware that their children were eavesdropping the entire time. Eliza angrily, and desperately shouted, "What would be enough for you to be satisfied?"
As the argument continued, the children huddled closer together. They, like most children, don't like it when their parents fight.
"Look around, look around!" Eliza yelled, "Isn't this enough? What would be enough? Why do you fight like your running out of time? Why do you fight like history has its eyes on you?"
"Because it is!" Alexander shot back. "I am not throwin' away my shot!" He went to leave again.
"Just you wait!" Eliza shouted at him.
Alexander yelled back, "I am Alexander Hamilton! And I am not throwin' away my shot!" Then he left, and slammed the door behind him.
"And now my darlings and sweets, I have told you the entirety of Act 1. … But my dears, I'm tired. … Oh all right, I'll finish the story tonight. But first let me rest a moment."