"Of course he is,"she returned with some asperity."Why should he get married with such a home as he's got?Fifteen years I've kept house for Mr.Evringham.I don't believe but what he'd say that in all that time he's never found his beef overdone or a button off his shirts.""Humph!"grunted Ezekiel."He looks as if he wouldn't mind hanging you to the nearest tree if he did.I heard tell once that there was a cold hell as well as a hot one.Think says I,when the governor was looking me over the other day,'You've set sail for the cold place,old boy.'""Zeke Forbes,don't you ever let me hear you say such a thing again!"exclaimed Mrs.Forbes."Mr.Evringham is the finest gentleman within one hundred miles of New York city.When a man has spent his life in Wall Street it's bound to show some in his face,of course;but what comfort has that man ever known?""Pretty scrumptious place he's got here in this park,I notice,"returned the new coachman.
"Yes,he has a breath of fresh air before he goes to the city and after he gets back every day.Isn't that Essex Maid of his a beauty?"Mrs.Forbes cast her eyes towards the stalls where the shining flanks of two horses were visible from her seat by the wide-open doors of the barn."His rides back there among the hills,"--Mrs.Forbes waved her hand vaguely toward the tall trees waving in the spring sunshine,--"are his one pleasure;and he never tires of them.You will find the horses here something different to groom from those common grocery horses in Boston.""Oh,I don't know,"drawled 'Zekiel,teasingly.
"Then you'd better know,young man,"emphatically."And,Zeke,what's the names of those carriages?"pointing with sudden energy at two half shrouded vehicles.