Hers dropped, and a bright, virginal blush dyed for the first time cheek and brow.

He vaulted off his horse and stood uncovered before her.
"Dear Miss Hunsden," he said, gently, "there has been an accident.

I am sorry to be the bearer of ill news, but don't be alarmed--all may yet be well." "Papa," she barely gasped.
"He has met with an accident--a second apoplectic fit.

I found him lying in Brithlow Wood.

He had fallen from his horse.