She, too, was English; and though she trembled, and blushed, and laughed at herself, she came on with spirit, and would have reached my side in safety, had not an unlucky stone turned beneath a foot that was much too pretty for those wild hills.

I sprang forward, and was so happy as to save her from destruction.

She felt the extent of the obligation, and expressed her thanks modestly but with fervor.

In a minute we were joined by her husband, who grasped my hand with warm feeling, or rather with the emotion one ought to feel who had witnessed the risk he had just run of losing an angel.

The lady seemed satisfied at leaving us together.
"You are an Englishman ?" said the stranger.
"An American." "An American! This is singular--will you pardon a question ?--You have more than saved my life--you have probably saved my reason--will you pardon a question ?--Can money serve you ?" I smiled, and told him, odd as it might appear to him, that though an American, I was a gentleman.