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. Your woman told me this
morning that you were not well, else"--

"A migraine," she answered, in her clear, low voice. "I am better now, and
my father desired me to take the air with him."

"We return to Westover to-morrow," said that sprightly gentleman. "Evelyn
is like David of old, and pines for water from the spring at home. It also
appears that the many houses and thronged streets of this town weary her,
who, poor child, is used to an Arcady called London! When will you come to
us at Westover, Marmaduke?"

"I cannot tell," Haward answered. "I must first put my own house in order,
so that I may in my turn entertain my friends."

As he spoke he moved aside, so as to include in the company MacLean, who
stood beside the table. "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