Molly ran straight into her husband’s arms, regardless of the servants, hugging him.

Jim Salter hurried up to my lord.

“Ye are not hurt, sir?” he cried.

Carstares handed him his hat and cloak.

“Nought to speak of, Jim. But ‘Everard’ well-nigh finished me for all that!” He laughed at Jim’s face of horror, and turned to Molly, who, having satisfied herself that her husband was quite uninjured and had never once been in danger of his life, had come towards him, full of solicitude for his shoulder.

“Oh, my dear Jack! Miles tells me you have hurt your poor shoulder again! And pray what has been done for it? I dare swear not one of you great men had the wit to summon a doctor, as indeed you should have, for⁠—”