“Two!”
They took deliberate aim.
“Three.”
They kept them so.
“FIRE!”
They discharged their pistols and Alexander Lyon fell.
The impulsive Austrian threw down his weapon and, regardless of etiquette, ran over to raise his fallen foe.
Alexander was still alive when they raised him. There was a convulsive shuddering of the form—a nervous quivering of the face—a gasp—“Drusilla!” and all was still as death.
Prince Ernest had his grand satisfaction.