Turning, he found himself face to face with the storekeeper.
"I have not the honor of knowing your name, sir," remarked the latter dryly.

"Do you buy at this store, and upon whose account ?" Haward shook his head, and applied himself again to the Madeira.
"Then you carry with you coin of the realm with which to settle ?" continued the other.

"The wine is two shillings; the book you may have for twelve-pence." "Here I need not pay, good fellow," said Haward negligently, his eyes upon a row of dangling objects.

"Fetch me down yonder cane; 't is as delicately tapered and clouded as any at the Exchange." "Pay me first for the wine and the book," answered the man composedly.
"It's a dirty business enough, God knows, for a gentleman to put finger to; but since needs must when the devil drives, and he has driven me here, why, I, Angus MacLean, who have no concerns of my own, must e'en be faithful to the concerns of another.

Wherefore put down the silver you owe the Sassenach whose wine you have drunken and whose book you have taken." "And if I do not choose to pay ?" asked Haward, with a smile.
"Then you must e'en choose to fight," was the cool reply.