"Evelyn," he said, "let me make known to you--and to you, Colonel--a Scots gentleman who hath broken his spear in his tilt with fortune, as hath been the luck of many a gallant man before him.
Mistress Evelyn Byrd, Colonel Byrd--Mr.MacLean, who was an officer in the Highland force taken at Preston, and who has been for some years a prisoner of war in Virginia." The lady's curtsy was low; the Colonel bowed as to his friend's friend.

If his eyebrows went up, and if a smile twitched the corners of his lips, the falling curls of his periwig hid from view these tokens of amused wonder.
MacLean bowed somewhat stiffly, as one grown rusty in such matters.

"I am in addition Mr.Marmaduke Haward's storekeeper," he said succinctly, then turned to the master of Fair View.

"It grows late," he announced, "and I must be back at the store to-night.

Have you any message for Saunderson ?" "None," answered Haward.