And then, imperiously, 'Stay here, I command you!' The magnetic touch of her hand thrilled through his whole frame.

She had called him Lancelot! He shrank down, and stood spell-bound.
'Good heavens!' she cried; 'look at my sister!' Out on the extremity of the buck-stage (how she got there neither they nor she ever knew) crouched Honoria, her face idiotic with terror, while she stared with bursting eyes into the foam.

A shriek of disappointment rose from her lips, as in a moment the colonel's weather-worn head reappeared above, looking for all the world like an old gray shiny-painted seal.
'Poof! tally-ho! Poof! poof! Heave me a piece of wood, Lancelot, my boy!' And he disappeared again.
They looked round, there was not a loose bit near.

Claude ran off towards the house.

Lancelot, desperate, seized the bridge-rail, tore it off by sheer strength, and hurled it far into the pool.