In a moment, Desmond was on his feet, a pistol which he had laid by his pillow in his grasp.
"What is it, Mike ?" "It is only a gentleman who had a fancy for looking in at the window, your honour, and I have no doubt would have come in, without saying by your leave, if I had not cut the matter short by putting a bullet into his forehead.

He had some friends down below.

He came up on a ladder." He looked out of the window.
"They are taking it down now, your honour.

Shall I give them another shot ?" "No, Mike; let them go.

The lesson has been good enough." The sentry had also run into the room, on hearing the shot.
"It is all over," Desmond said.