"On my word I do," said the Virginian.
The knocker on the house door sounded loudly, and a moment later a woman's clear voice, followed by a man's deeper tones, was heard in the hall.
"More guests," said Haward lightly.

"You are a Jacobite; I drink my chocolate at St.James' Coffee House; the gentleman approaching--despite his friendship for Orrery and for the Bishop of Rochester--is but a Hanover Tory; but the lady,--the lady wears only white roses, and every 10th of June makes a birthday feast." The storekeeper rose hastily to take his leave, but was prevented both by Haward's restraining gesture and by the entrance of the two visitors who were now ushered in by the grinning Juba.

Haward stepped forward.

"You are very welcome, Colonel.

Evelyn, this is kind.