“So it seems,” said Douglas. “Come, Sir Henry,” he cried. “'Tis for you to yield—not me.”
“This is my answer,” replied Sir Henry, firing at him, but without effect.
“And this my rejoinder,” cried Douglas, firing in his turn.
A shriek followed.
“What have I done?” cried Douglas.
“Wounded a lady,” replied Sir Henry. “Are you much hurt, madam?” he asked.
“Mortally, I fear,” she replied, in a faint voice. “Support me, or I shall fall from my horse.”
“'Tis Mrs. Scarisbrick!” cried Charles Radclyffe.