"It is not I you are fond of, your heart belongs to Mahala. In fact, I believe you are more fond of my mother than you are of your own."

"And that's another thing. Why is it I call your mother Mrs. Carson and you call mine Sarah?"

John grinned, "Because I would find great discomfort in calling your mother Mrs. Carson.".

Adam rolled his eyes and turned to watch two ladies walk down the wooden sidewalk toward them. When they came near, he smiled, tipped his hat and moved so they could pass. Both women smiled at John. "Do you know them?" he whispered.

"No."

"I don't wonder, there are so many strangers these days."

"Living in Richmond is safer than in Williamsburg now that the British are gaining in the South." John watched a crowd in front of an Inn on the other side of the street.

"Why do you think they gather?"

"We will soon find out." Just as John stepped off the side­walk, a team of horses pulling a sleek black coach rounded the corner, forcing him to quickly jump back.

"John, you must be more cautious. Your mother will have me hung if any harm comes to you. It is my duty to keep you safe. Why else would your parents pay my tuition at school?"