He was a handsome fellow with hair bordering on redness and eyes a dark brown.

His mustache was between golden and red, and he possessed an excellent form.
He was seen much in the society of the widow Stevens, and some of his friends began to chaff him on his attentions, which made the cavalier blush.
"Verily, Hugh is a good cavalier, Dorothe is a royalist and was never happy with John Stevens; it is better that she wed him." Robert Stevens was twelve or fourteen, when his mother, laying aside her widow's weeds, became young again.

Robert remembered his father and their days of privation, and he did not forget that all they had, they owed to that father.

He witnessed his mother's smiles and blushes with some anxiety.

One day, as he was going an errand to Neck of Land, he was accosted by a meddlesome fellow named William Stump, with: "Master Robert, do you know you are soon to have a father-in-law ?" (Stepfather was in those days known as father-in-law.) "No!" cried the boy, indignantly.
"By the mass! you are.