[CHAPTER III.]
THE LOVELY LORENZA.
The woman who was in the fore part of the coach, in the cab, remained for a time deprived of sense. As fear alone had caused the swoon, she came to consciousness.
"Heavens!" she cried, "am I abandoned helpless here, with no human being to take pity upon me?"
"Lady," said a timid voice at hand, "I am here, and I may be some help to you."
Passing her head and both arms out of the cab by the leather curtains, the young woman, rising, faced a youth who stood on the steps.
"Is it you offered me help? What has happened?"
"The thunderbolt nearly struck you, and the traces were broken of the leading pair, which have run off with the postboy."
"What has become of the person who was riding the other pair?" she asked, with an anxious look round.
"He got off the horses as if all right and went inside the other part of this coach."