"Is Rupert hurt ?" "It is all over, sir; and I have not so much as a scratch," Rupert said.
"Sir," the stranger said, uncovering, and making a courtly bow to the old cavalier, and to Mistress Dorothy, who was looking from the open door, "your son--" "My grandson," the colonel, who had also uncovered, corrected.
"Your grandson arrived in time to save me from grievous peril.

My coachman and lackey were shot at the first fire, and I fancy one of the horses.

I disposed of one of the rascals, but four others pressed me hard, while a fifth held a light to them.

Your grandson ran one through in fair fight, and disarmed another; I disabled a third, and they ran.

I have to thank him for my life; and, if you will permit me to say so--and I have been many frays--no man ever bore himself more coolly, or used his sword more skilfully, than did this young gentleman." "I am very proud indeed to hear that the lad bore himself so well; although I own that he caused some anxiety to his mother and myself; by rushing forward alone to join in a fray of whose extent he knew nothing.