"Lucy!" cried the young man, knowing that the drawing-room was
overhead, and in a moment was out of the door, racing up the
stairs at top speed. Some sense of shame seemed to overpower
Hervey as he thought that he might have shot the girl, and he
replaced the revolver in his pocket with a shrug.
"I climb down and apologize," he said to Don Pedro, who bowed
gravely.
"Hang you, sir; you might have shot my daughter," cried Braddock.
"The drawing-room, where she is sitting, is right overhead, and-"
As he spoke the door opened, and Lucy came in on Archie's arm.
She was pale with fright, but had sustained no damage. It seemed
that the revolver bullet had passed through the floor some
distance away from where she was sitting.
"I offer my humble apologies, miss," said the cowed Hervey.
"I'll break your neck, you ruffian!" growled Hope, who looked,
and was, dangerous. "How dare you shoot here and--"
"It's all right," interposed Lucy, not wishing for further
trouble. "I am all safe. But I shall remain here for the rest
of your interview, Captain Hervey, as I am sure you will not
shoot again in the presence of a lady."
"No, miss," muttered the captain, and when again invited by the
angry Professor to speak, resumed his discourse in low tones.
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