It is not my way to strike in the back an unarmed man.

When you are gone, I will wipe off the mirror and pick up the brocade." He followed Haward outside.

"It's a brave evening for riding," he remarked, "and you have a bonny bit of horseflesh there.

You'll get to the house before candlelight." Beside one of the benches Haward made another pause.

"You are a Highlander and a Jacobite," he said.