I have no satisfaction in meeting either of them," and the squire frowned, as if some unpleasant thought had crossed his mind.
Nothing of note passed during the remainder of the journey.

Ben arrived in New York, and at once took a conveyance uptown, and due time found himself, carpet-bag in hand, on the front steps of Mrs.
Hamilton's house.
He rang the bell, and the door was opened by a servant.
"She's out shopping," answered the girl, looking inquisitively at Ben's carpet-bag.

"Will you leave a message for her ?" "I believe I am expected," said Ben, feeling a little awkward.

"My name is Benjamin Barclay." "Mrs.Hamilton didn't say anything about expecting any boy," returned the servant.

"You can come in, if you like, and I'll call Mrs.Hill." "I suppose that is the housekeeper," thought Ben.
"Very well," he answered.