"I am so glad to see you, Mr. Finn," she said. "Do tell me;--is it
much?"
"Much in inconvenience, certainly; but not much in danger."
"I think Laura was so unkind not to send me word! I only heard it
just now. Did you see it?"
"I was close to him, and helped him up. The horse jumped into a river
with him, and crushed him up against the bank."
"How lucky that you should be there! Had you jumped the river?"
"Yes;--almost unintentionally, for my horse was rushing so that I
could not hold him. Chiltern was riding a brute that no one should
have ridden. No one will again."
"Did he destroy himself?"
"He had to be killed afterwards. He broke his shoulder."
"How very lucky that you should have been near him,--and, again, how
lucky that you should not have been hurt yourself!"
"It was not likely that we should both come to grief at the same
fence."
"But it might have been you. And you think there is no danger?"
"None whatever,--if I may believe the doctor. His hunting is done for
this year, and he will be very desolate. I shall go down again to him
in a few days, and try to bring him up to town."
"Do;--do. If he is laid up in his father's house, his father must
see him." Phineas had not looked at the matter in that light; but he
thought that Miss Effingham might probably be right.
Pages:
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355