'No, missis, he aren't dead,' said Dick Rabbit 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 had jumped upon his friend, and
perhaps had 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 the luggage was brought over
from The Baldfaced Stag.
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