I do know you! I do know you!" Hamilton bowed and smiled grimly through the blood which was trickling down his face, then standing proudly erect, answered:-- "Mistress Jennings is mistaken.

She does not know me, nor have I the honor of knowing the king's new favorite." Here Betty cut the conversation short by saying: "I'll fetch a barber-surgeon, while father takes you to a room." "You'll do nothing of the sort for me," objected Hamilton.

"My wounds are mere scratches.

I'll go to the pump.

It is the only surgeon I shall need.
Fetch a barber for the men on the floor there." George went to the pump in the courtyard, followed by Betty, after whom came Nelly and Frances.