Scarcely three yards from her, staggering along, and muttering, as if he thought the call which had awakened him was hers, was an Indian, his dark face bloated and brutalized by drink.
As she turned, he came nearer and tried to catch her dress.

Happily, he was so much intoxicated that she easily evaded his hand, and with a cry of terror fled along the road.

But the Indian still pursued, and she was hurrying blindly on, only conscious of that horrible face behind her, and of the failing of her strength from excess of terror, when a voice she knew cried "Lucia!" and she found Mr.Percy by her side.
In another moment her agony of alarm was over; she was standing, still trembling violently, but feeling safe and supported, with her hand drawn firmly through his arm, while her pursuer seemed to have slunk away at the sight of a third person, and was now reeling towards the river bank, whence the same voice as before could be heard calling.
Mr.Percy did not attempt to question or comment.

He waited patiently till Lucia's panic had subsided and she found voice to say, "Oh! I am so glad you came." "So am I.What a brute! Yes, I am glad I came just then." He was so earnest, so shaken out of his usual listless manner, that she was almost startled.

It flashed into her mind too how he had cried "Lucia" in a tone which she had heard in her terror without remarking.
"Are you able to walk on now ?" he asked, looking at her with real solicitude and anxiety.
"Oh! yes," she answered, and they went on slowly.
"But how did you come ?" she inquired after a minute's silence.