The Gay Adventure
She gave the ghost of a shudder: "I fainted?"
"Yes. The horse, ran away, but there was no accident."
"The coachman--is he hurt?"
This thought for another in the midst of her own recovery flushed Lionel's being like a draught of wine. Hitherto she had been merely a pretty aristocrat and (apparently) a delightful girl. Now she was more--a divine human whom he longed to kiss, caress and call "You darling!"
"No," he said. "He fell softly. Upon a constable, I believe."
She was nearly herself again, and gave a little laugh. "Let us hope he was a fat one," she said. And then, after a pause: "Who stopped the horse?"
"Oh, I was lucky enough to do that," he replied with an assumed jauntiness, wishing he could feel it was an every-day business. "It was not hard."
"Others appeared to think differently," she replied with a grave admiration that pleased him.
"Then, madam, they can not have seen you," he smiled. Really, the