are we to do?"

The hunt had passed on and no one else was immediately with them. But
at this moment Dick Rabbit, who had been left behind to bring up his
hounds, appeared above the bank. "Leave your horse and come down,"
said Mrs. Spooner. "Here is a gentleman who has hurt himself." Dick
wouldn't leave his horse, but was soon on the scene, having found his
way through another part of the fence.

"No; he ain't dead," said Dick--"I've seen 'em like that before, and
they wurn't dead. But he's had a hawful squeege." Then he passed his
hand over the man's neck and chest. "There's a lot of 'em is broke,"
said he. "We must get him into farmer Tooby's."

After awhile he was got into farmer Tooby's, when that surgeon came
who is always in attendance on a hunting-field. The surgeon declared
that he had broken his collar-bone, two of his ribs, and his left
arm. And then one of the animals had struck him on the chest as he
raised himself. A little brandy was poured down his throat, but even
under that operation he gave no sign of life. "No, missis, he aren't
dead," said Dick to Mrs. Tooby; "no more he won't die this bout; but
he's got it very nasty."

That night Silverbridge was sitting by his friend's bedside at ten
o'clock in Lord Chiltern's house. Tregear had spoken a few words, and
the bones had been set. But the doctor had not felt himself justified
in speaking with that assurance which Dick had expressed. The man's
whole body had been bruised by the horse which had fallen on him. The
agony of Silverbridge was extreme, for he knew that it had been his
doing. "You were a little too close," Mrs. Spooner had said to him,
"but nobody saw it and we'll hold our tongues." Silverbridge however
would not hold his tongue. He told everybody how it had happened,
how he had been unable to stop his horse, how he had jumped upon his
friend, and perhaps killed him. "I don't know what I am to do. I am
so miserable," he said to Lady Chiltern with the tears running down
his face.

The two remained at Harrington and their luggage was brought over
from The Baldfaced Stag. The accident had happened on a Saturday.
On the Sunday there was no comfort. On the Monday the patient's
recollection and mind were re-established, and the doctor thought
that perhaps, with great care, his constitution would pull him
through. On that day the consternation at Harrington was so great
that Mrs. Spooner would not go to the meet. She came over from Spoon
Hall,