’Idon’tknowwhatyoucallslow，MrCrawley。IwaseversomuchovertwohourscomingherefromBarchester。Hestumbledalmostateverystep。’
’Didhefallwhileyouwereonhim？’askedthemajor。
’Indeedhedid，sir。Youneversawsuchathing，MajorGrantly。Lookhere。’ThenMrThumble，turninground，showedthattherearportionofhisclotheshadnotescapedwithoutinjury。
’Itwaswellthathewasnotgoingfast，oryouwouldhavecomeontoyourhead，’saidGrantly。
’Itwasamercy，’saidThumble。’But，sir，asitwas，Icametothegroundwithmuchviolence。ItwasonSpigglewickHill，wheretheroadiscoveredwithloosestones。Isee，sir，youhaveagigandhorsehere，withaservant。Perhaps，asthecircumstancesaresoverypeculiar——’