 Fred Taylor, come in, come in. Thanks, Mr. Jefferson. I came for the letters. Fine, good. Our supplies are loaded, and I start back for Virginia at dawn. Good. Here are the letters. Cherish them with your life. Yes, Mr. James. And, Fred, as soon as you get back to Williamsburg, see that this one is huddled off to my wife at Monticello. I will, sir. The last I heard from her was weeks ago. I'm afraid for her health. She's not well. Forgive me, sir, but...