Isla wasn't too sure what had just happened, but rather the being crushed to death by the carriage as she had expected, she was wretched from the arms of death. Shock and amazement on her face, she watched the wheels that might have ended her young life roll past before she sat up to gaze up at her saviour. He was frightfully handsome and stately, just like a hero out of one of Mrs Radcliffe's novels.
"You- you saved my life," she gasped. "Thank you!"