"Where is Hepsy?" he asked, throwing himself on a chair, and wiping the sweat from his fine forehead with a perfumed handkerchief.
"She'll come soon enough," replied his mother, in a disagreeable tone. "Have you got to using perfumes, Chester?"
The young man flirted his handkerchief, smiling disdainfully, and said he "supposed he had."
"For my part, I think they are very nice," added the admiring Sarah.
"Do you, Sis? Well, you shall have as much of them as you want, when my trunks come."
"Where are your trunks?" asked Mrs. Royden.
"At the tavern. I was in a hurry to come home; so I hired a saddle and galloped over the road. Let one of the boys harness up, and go for the luggage."
"Why, your father has gone to the village himself. Didn't you meet him?"
"No; he must have gone by the west road. I wonder if he will stop at the tavern? If he does, the landlord will tell him my traps are there."
"I presume he will go to the tavern, child. We are expecting his cousin Rensford, the clergyman, to-day, and your father went as much to bring him over as anything."