The remark was unintelligible to him, apart from the comforting it had been designed to give.

He jumped out, and held a hand for them to do the same.

'I never foresaw an event more positively,' said he.
'And it was nothing but a back view that inspired you all the way,' said Diana.
A waggoner held the horses, another assisted Redworth to right the chariot.

The postillion had hastily recovered possession of his official seat, that he might as soon as possible feel himself again where he was most intelligent, and was gay in stupidity, indifferent to what happened behind him.

Diana heard him counselling the waggoner as to the common sense of meeting small accidents with a cheerful soul.
'Lord!' he cried, 'I been pitched a Somerset in my time, and taken up for dead, and that didn't beat me!' Disasters of the present kind could hardly affect such a veteran.