At last, looking in my face, he appeared to recollect himself.

"I had quite forgot," said he, as he got up, "where I was, and all that happened yesterday.

However, I remember now the whole affair, thunder-storm, thunder-bolt, frightened horses, and all your kindness.

Come, I must see after my coach and horses; I hope we shall be able to repair the damage." "The damage is already quite repaired," said I, "as you will see, if you come to the field above." "You don't say so," said the postillion, coming out of the tent; "well, I am mightily beholden to you.

Good morning, young gentle-woman," said he, addressing Belle, who, having finished her preparations, was seated near the fire.