ABSTRACT
The summer of 1895 was to be a momentous one for Henry Adams, as important for him as 1858, 1872, or 1885. But he had no forewarning. Going to Europe with Senator and Mrs. Lodge and their two boys promised to be, at most, a distraction. Adams did not agree always with Cabot Lodge as a public man, but he got along very well with the private man, especially when the senatorial quality in him was relaxed. In 1895 Lodge had been Senator for two years, but seemed to have been so forever. With Mr. Lodge—Sister Anne, as Adams called her—he was fondly easy. A whole new world of sensation and idea filled his mind as he went about the city with the others. Thought seethed. His was the plight of the man with more to say than he knew how, as yet.
