A slipshod, blue-eyed Cherry brought it, and spoke her thanks in broad Scotch for the shilling which the gay Colonel flung tinkling into the measure.
That versatile and considerate gentleman, having had his draught, cried to the coachman to go on, and was beginning upon the question of the militia, when Haward, who had dismounted, appeared at the coach door.

"I do not think that I will go on to Williamsburgh with you, sir," he said.

"There's some troublesome business with my overseer that ought not to wait.

If I take this road and the planter's pace, I shall reach Fair View by sunset.
You do not return to Westover this week?
Then I shall see you at Williamsburgh within a day or two.

Evelyn, good-day." Her hand lay upon the cushion nearest him.