I noticed a "Copenhagen" label upon each of their trunks, showing that that had been their last stopping place.

Stangerson was a quiet reserved man, but his employer, I am sorry to say, was far otherwise.

He was coarse in his habits and brutish in his ways.

The very night of his arrival he became very much the worse for drink, and, indeed, after twelve o'clock in the day he could hardly ever be said to be sober.

His manners towards the maid-servants were disgustingly free and familiar.