"Yes—yes"—
"And master"—
"Killed!"—I screamed.
"No, Ma'am! Quite the reverse!"—
(How I thanked the girl for the words, though where could she have picked 'em up?)
"He has not killed his—I mean the—other gentleman?"—
"No, Ma'am, totally the contrary. Nobody's hit—not so much as winged, though what that means I can't say—only I heard one of the men say as much. But all of 'em in custody."
"What now? Why, what for?—"
"Why, Ma'am, as I hear, for every one of the gentlemen to be bound over to keep his peace for the rest of his born days! And la! bless me—how ill you turn, Ma'am, and when it's all over?"
"Not at all, Josephine. I'm very well, now: very well, indeed," and then rose my determination. Yes, I'd go home that very day. "Josephine, pack up as much as you can. Your master shall go home, I'll take care of that directly."