They are stopping at the Astor House.
By the way, my trunks are there,--you may send for them as soon as you please.

(Her trunks! she had come for a long visit, then!) There is my bonnet, mantilla, and gloves,--here _I_ am, body and soul,--what a glorious lounge,--good old Cr[oe]sus, what a palace you are in,--I never saw any thing so magnificent! Why, this is worth getting married for! If I ever marry, it shall be to a rich man, and one who will let me do just as I please, too." Ernest in vain endeavored to conceal his vexation at this unexpected innovation on the elegant quietude and romantic seclusion of our home.
His countenance expressed it but too plainly, and Margaret, careless as she was, must have observed it.

It did not appear to disconcert her, however.

She had not waited for an invitation,--she did not trouble herself about a welcome.

She had come for her own amusement, and provided that was secured, she cared not for our gratification.
I can hardly explain my own feelings.