Lucy laughed.
"No, this one was not on horseback; he was walking, and was quite a different-looking man to the other, though he was nearly, yes, nearly as good looking."
"Two handsome young men in one evening; isn't that rather an unfair allowance?" said Leslie.
Lucy smiled.
"I knew you would make fun of it all, Leslie," she said, "and I don't mind in the least. I like to hear you, and, after all, there was nothing serious in it."
"I should hope not, Lucy."
"Leslie, you really don't deserve that I should tell you any more—you don't, indeed."
"Pray, don't punish me so severely," responded Leslie; "my levity only conceals an overpowering curiosity. What did the second stranger say or do?"
"Well, he said—and he couldn't say much less, could he?—'are you hurt?'"
"How you must have screamed! I suppose if I had been listening I should have heard you here."