In an instant he was half way up, his arms extended.

Lord Huntingford's daughter plunged into them, and he literally carried her to the foot.

She was pale and trembling and he was flushed.

He had looked up in time to see her falling forward, vainly striving to reach the hand rail.
"Are you hurt ?" he asked anxiously.

The young lady sat down upon the second step before answering, a delightful pink stealing over her face.
"I--I don't believe I am," she said.