Over his face there swept a swift series of changes.
Anger faded to chagrin, that to surprise, surprise to fright, and that to gentleness.
"Sir," said he, "you've hit me fair, and very hard.

I pray you, some friend, give me an arm." And so they led him to his carriage, and took him home a corpse.

Once more the code of the time had found its victim.
Law turned away from the coach of his smitten opponent, turned away with a face stern and full of trouble.

Many things revolved themselves in his mind as he stepped slowly towards the carriage, in which his brother still sat wringing his hands in an agony of perturbation.
"Jack, Jack!" cried Will Law, "Oh, heavens! You have killed him! You have killed a man! What shall we do ?" Law Raised his head and looked his brother in the face, but seemed scarce to hear him.

Half mechanically he was fumbling in the side pocket of his coat.