“Yes, sir! It’s the William Paca (the Signer) mansion, but it served as the home of Dorothy Manners in Richard Carvel, and hence the name, 106 sir: Carvel Hall. We’ve many fine houses here: the Chase House—he also was a Signer; the Harwood House, said to be one of the most perfect specimens of Colonial architecture in America; the Scott House, on the Spa; the Brice House, next door; McDowell Hall, older than any of them, was gutted by fire last year, but has been restored; the Ogle mansion—he was Governor in the 1740’s, I think. Oh! this was the Paris of America before and during the Revolution. Why, sir, the tonnage of the Port of Annapolis, in 1770, was greater than the tonnage of the Port of Baltimore, to-day.”
“Very interesting!” said Macloud. “Very interesting, indeed. What’s happened to it since 1770?”
“Nothing, sir—that’s the trouble, it’s progressed backward—and Baltimore has taken its place.”
“I see!” said Macloud, laughing. “What time is luncheon?”
“It’s being served now, sir—twelve-thirty to two.”
“Order a pair of saddle horses, and have them around at one-thirty, please.”
“There is no livery connected with the hotel, sir, but I’ll do what I can. There isn’t any saddlers for hire, but we will get you a pair of ‘Cheney’s Best,’ sir—they’re sometimes ridden. 107 However, you had better drive, if you will permit me to suggest, sir.”
Croyden glanced at Macloud.
“No!—we will try the horses,” he said.
It had been determined that they should ride for the reasons, as urged by Macloud, that they could go on horseback where they could not in a conveyance, and they would be less likely to occasion comment. The former of which appealed to Croyden, though the latter did not.