ut a short distance from Mr.
Newville, came in his coach with driver and footmen in blue livery. He
bowed politely to Mr. and Mrs. Newville, took a pinch of snuff from
Mr. Newville's gold box, and graciously greeted Miss Dorothy Quincy.
Berinthia whispered to Robert that they were engaged to be
married.[29]

[Footnote 29: The Dorothy Quincy who married John Hancock is not to be
confounded with the Dorothy Q. of Holmes's poem:--

"Grandmother's mother, her age I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less."]

"If Miss Newville and Miss Brandon will excuse us, Mr. Walden and
myself will take a turn through the grounds," said Doctor Warren,
locking arms with Robert.

"I am glad to meet you once more, Mr. Walden. I want to thank you for
the good work you did yesterday afternoon. I have heard of it several
times; the people are chuckling over it. But the soldiers of the
Twenty-Ninth Regiment are as mad as hornets and threaten retaliation.
They are anxious to get hold of that fellow from the country who did
it. I thought I would put you on your guard. I wish I knew who the
young lady was, but no one can find out. Neither she nor her friends
have made complaint to the selectmen, and of course you could not
know."

Robert thanked him. He said he did not anticipate any trouble; if
attacked he would try and give a good account of himself.

[Illustration: DOROTHY QUINCY]

They had strolled to the farthest part of the grounds. Returning, they
saw Miss Newville surrounded by ladies and gentlemen; young and old
alike were finding pleasure in her society. Major Evelyn, to whom
Robert had been introduced, was telling how jolly it was in old
England to follow the hounds in a fox hunt, leaping ditches, walls,
and hedges, running Reynard to cover. Although courteously
listening, her eyes glanced towards Robert and Doctor Warren.

"Pardon me, Major, but I must have a word with my good doctor who
gives me pills and powders when I am sick," she said graciously,
tripping across the lawn.

"I have not served you with tea, doctor; what kind would you prefer?"
she said.

"Well, let it be Old Hyson, if you please."

"And yours, Mr. Walden: it was the Old you had before. Will you not
try a cup of Young Hyson for variety?"

"If you please, Miss Newville."

A few moments and she was with them again.

"Old Hyson for old friendship, Young, for new acquaintance," said the
doctor, as he took the cup from her hand. "You see,