Haward and Evelyn

MacLean put aside with much gentleness the hands of his surgeon, and,
rising to his feet, answered the question in Haward's eyes by producing a
slip of paper and gravely proffering it to the man whom he served. Haward
took it, read it, and handed it back; then turned to the Quaker maiden.
"Mistress Truelove Taberer," he said courteously. "Are you staying in
town? If you will tell me where you lodge, I will myself conduct you
thither."

Truelove shook her head, and slipped her hand into that of her brother
Ephraim. "I thank thee, friend," she said, with gentle dignity, "and thee,
too, Angus MacLean, though I grieve that thee sees not that it is not
given us to meet evil with evil, nor to withstand force with force.
Ephraim and I can now go in peace. I thank thee again, friend, and thee."
She gave her hand first to Haward, then to MacLean. The former, knowing
the fashion of the Quakers, held the small fingers a moment, then let them
drop; the latter, knowing it, too, raised them to his lips and imprinted
upon them an impassioned kiss. Truelove blushed, then frowned, last of all
drew her hand away.

With the final glimpse of her gray skirt the Highlander came back to the
present. "Singly I could have answered for them all, one after the other,"
he said stiffly. "Together they had the advantage. I pay my debt and give
you thanks, sir."

"That is an ugly cut across your forehead," replied Haward. "Mr. Ker had
best bring you a basin of water. Or stay! I am going to my lodging. Come
with me, and Juba shall dress the wound properly."