“Your excellency gave me a lesson in heroism of far greater value.”
“You must have had a great deal of practice with the pistol,” continued his sister.
“Not at all, madam, I regard the weapon with detestation. This unlucky shot was my first; but I have always known a straight line, and my hand has always been steady.”
“That’s all one wants,” said Branicki. “I have those advantages myself, and I am only too well pleased that I did not aim so well as usual.”
“Your ball broke my first phalanges. Here it is you see, flattened by my bone. Allow me to return it to you.”
“I am sorry to say I can’t return yours, which I suppose remains on the field of battle.”
“You seem to be getting better, thank God!”
“The wound is healing painfully. If I had imitated you I should no longer be in the land of the living; I am told you made an excellent dinner?”
“Yes, my lord, I was afraid I might never have another chance of dining again.”
“If I had dined, your ball would have pierced my intestines; but being empty it yielded to the bullet, and let it pass by harmlessly.”