The time was coming,--he might almost say that the time had come,--in which he might defy Roger Carbury.

Nevertheless, he dreaded the words which were now to be spoken to him with a craven fear.
'Your mother tells me,' said Roger, 'that you still keep hunters.' 'I don't know what she calls hunters.

I have one that I didn't part with when the others went.' 'You have only one horse ?' 'Well;--if you want to be exact, I have a hack as well as the horse I ride.' 'And another up here in town ?' 'Who told you that?
No; I haven't.

At least there is one staying at some stables which, has been sent for me to look at.' 'Who pays for all these horses ?' 'At any rate I shall not ask you to pay for them.' 'No;--you would be afraid to do that.

But you have no scruple in asking your mother, though you should force her to come to me or to other friends for assistance.