Upon coming up to the place whence it proceeded, they saw a party of gentlemen on horseback surrounding a chaise which had been just overturned; and while the confusion in the road obliged the postilion to stop Cecilia heard a lady's voice exclaiming, “I declare I dare say I am killed!” and instantly recollecting Miss Larolles, the fear of discovery and delay made her desire the man to drive on with all speed. He was preparing to obey her, but Morrice, gallopping after them, called out, “Miss Beverley, one of the ladies that has been overturned, is an acquaintance of yours. I used to see her with you at Mrs Harrel's.” “Did you?” said Cecilia, much disconcerted, “I hope she is not hurt?' “No, not at all; but the lady with her is bruised to death; won't you come and see her?” “I am too much in haste at present,--and I can do them no good; but Mrs Charlton I am sure will spare her servant, if he can be of any use.” “O but the young lady wants to speak to you; she is coming up to the chaise as fast as ever she can.” “And how should she know me?” cried Cecilia, with much surprise; “I am sure she could not see me.” “O, I told her,”, answered Morrice, with a nod of self-approbation for what he had done, “I told her it was you, for I knew I could soon overtake you.” Displeasure at this officiousness was unavailing, for looking out of the window, she perceived Miss Larolles, followed by half her party, not three paces from the chaise. “O my dear creature,” she called out, “what a terrible accident! I assure you I am so monstrously frightened you've no idea. It's the luckiest thing in the world that you were going this way. Never any thing happened so excessively provoking; you've no notion what a fall we've had. It's horrid shocking, I assure you. How have you been all this time? You can't conceive how glad I am to see you.” “And to which will Miss Beverley answer first,” cried a voice which announced Mr Gosport, “the joy or the sorrow? For so adroitly are they blended, that a common auditor could with difficulty decide, whether condolence, or congratulation should have the precedency.” “How can you be so excessive horrid,” cried Miss Larolles, “to talk of congratulation, when one's in such a shocking panic that one does not know if one's dead or alive!” “Dead, then, for any wager,” returned he, “if we may judge by your stillness.” “I desire, now, you won't begin joking,” cried she, “for I assure you it's an excessive serious affair. I was never so rejoiced in my life as when I found I was not killed. I've been so squeezed you've no notion. I thought for a full hour I had broke both my arms.” “And my heart at the same time,” said Mr Gosport; “I hope you did not imagine that the least fragile of the three?” “All our hearts, give me leave to add,” said Captain Aresby--just then advancing, “all our hearts must have been abimés, by the indisposition of Miss Larolles, had not their doom been fortunately revoked by the sight of Miss Beverley.”