“Of the road outlaws coming through the forest?”
“Yes, and they attacked us.”
“And you got away.”
Denis nodded.
“My word! You were lucky!”
“It was through my fencing master,” said Denis warmly, as his dressing was hurried on. “He can do all you say when he’s teaching; and when he fights as he did last night—”
“Oh, I do wish that I had been there!”
”—his point seems everywhere at once.”
“That’s the sort of man I love,” cried the English lad excitedly, and he gave his visitor so hearty a slap on the shoulder that Denis changed colour and reeled.
“Oh, what have I done!” cried the lad, catching him in his arms and hurriedly lowering him into a settee, before fetching him water in a silver cup and holding it to his lips.—“Feel better now?” he said.