"Because, if I do not greatly mistake, that man who is pushing on
before us, in yon crazy-looking establishment, is the self-same young
fellow. Is it not so, Peters?"

"I have not noticed him particularly, nor do I care whether it is he
or not," answered Peters, with an affected indifference, with which
his uneasy and frowning glances, as he kept his eye keenly fixed on
the person in question, but illy comported. "Well that is the
fellow--that is Harry Woodburn, you may rely on it, ladies," rejoined
Jones, gayly, as he faced about in his seat.

Both young ladies now threw intent and curious glances forward on the
man thus pointed out to them, till they caught, as they did the next
moment, a full and fair view of his personal appearance; when they
turned and looked at each other with expressions of surprise, which
plainly indicated that the object of their thoughts was quite a
different person from what they had been led to expect.

"His dress, to be sure, _is_ rather coarse," observed Miss Haviland to
her companion, in a low tone; "but he is no boor; nor can every one
boast of--" Here she threw a furtive glance at Peters, when she
appeared to read something in his countenance which caused her to
suspend the involuntary comparison which was evidently passing in her
mind, and to keep her eye fixed on his motions.

The arrogant personage last named, wholly unconscious of this
scrutiny, now began to incite his horses afresh, frequently applying
the lash with unwonted severity, and then suddenly curbing them in,
till the spirited animals became so frantic that they could scarcely