"Oh! This morning the horses were found near the stables, with a part of the gearing hanging to their necks; and the buggy was found on the road, broken all to pieces."
"I don't mean them—I mean Mr. Waring."
"He is out of danger this morning, as I told you before. He was stunned and very much bruised by being thrown from the buggy, but not otherwise injured."
"What does he say about the accident?"
"He says he doesn't know much about it. He says he supposes he must have been taking too much wine, and that the horses got unruly, and he couldn't manage them; and that was how they threw him out, and broke the carriage."
"Mother! I must get up and go to him now!" said Valentine, hastily.
"Oh, stop! Stay one moment, Valentine! Lie there, and let me speak to you! I have been praying for you all night, in my master's room, here, wherever I have been. Reflect; have you no thanks to offer to the Lord for his providential care, when you so little deserved it? And no sorrow, Valentine, for what has passed, and no promises for the future? Oh, Valentine, how is this course you and your master have begun, going to end?"
"Mother! for my own part, I can affirm that this is the first time I ever was in such a state as you saw me in last night. All I feel about it, shall be said in this one oath—I will never taste intoxicating drink again, so help me Heaven—and shall be proved every day of my life, in the way I keep it!" exclaimed Valentine, impetuously, earnestly, tearfully.
Phædra grasped his hand once more, and hugged it to her heart, and prayed "God bless" him.
"And now, mother, I must get up and go to him."