Sir Hugh, whom Lionel's information, and Miss Margland's pushing past him, had extremely terrified, was now also getting over the stile, with the assistance of Dr. Marchmont, ejaculating: 'Lord help us! what a poor race we are! No safety for us! if we only come out once in a dozen years, we must meet with a mad bull!' He had, however, insisted that Camilla should jump over first, saying, 'There's no need of all of us being tost, my dear girl, because, of my slowness, which is no fault of mine, but of Robert's not being in the way; which must needs make the poor fellow unhappy enough, when he hears of it: which, no doubt, I shall let him do, according to his deserts.' The other side of the stile brought them to the high road. Lionel, who had only wished to torment Miss Margland, felt his heart smite him, when he saw the fright of his uncle, and flew to acquaint him that he had made a mistake, for the bull was only angry, not mad. The unsuspicious baronet thanked him for his good news, and sat upon a bank till the party could be collected. This, however, was not soon to be done; the dispersion from the meadow having been made in every possible direction. CHAPTER XI _Two Lovers_ Indiana, intent but upon running on, had nearly reached the church-yard, without hearkening to one word of the expostulating Mandlebert; when, leaning over a tombstone, on which she had herself leant while waiting for the carriage, she perceived the young Oxonian. An instinctive spirit of coquetry made her now increase her pace; he heard the rustling of female approach, and looked up: her beauty, heightened by her flight, which animated her complexion, while it displayed her fine form, seemed more than ever celestial to the enamoured student; who darted forward from an impulse of irresistible surprise. 'O Heaven!' she cried, panting and stopping as he met her; 'I shall die! I shall die!--I am pursued by a mad bull!' Edgar would have explained, that all was safe; but Melmond neither heard nor saw him.--'O, give me, then,' he cried, emphatically; 'give me the ecstasy to protect--to save you!' His out-spread arms shewed his intention to bear her away; but Edgar, placing himself between them, said: 'Pardon me, sir! this lady is under my care!' 'O don't fight about me! don't quarrel!' cried Indiana, with an apprehension half simple, half affected. 'No, Madam!' answered Melmond, respectfully retreating; 'I know too--too well! my little claim in such a dispute!--Permit me, however, to assist you, Mr. Mandlebert, in your search of refuge; and deign, madam, to endure me in your sight, till this alarm passes away.' Indiana, by no means insensible to this language, looked with some elation at Edgar, to see how he bore it.