Argemone saw it, and remembered it, like a true woman.

Ay, be as Manichaean-sentimental as you will, fair ladies, physical prowess, that Eden-right of manhood, is sure to tell upon your hearts! Again the colonel's grizzled head reappeared,--and, oh joy! beneath it a draggled knot of black curls.

In another instant he had hold of the rail, and quietly floating down to the shallow, dragged the lifeless giant high and dry on a patch of gravel.
Honoria never spoke.

She rose, walked quietly back along the beam, passed Argemone and Lancelot without seeing them, and firmly but hurriedly led the way round the pool-side.
Before they arrived at the bank, the colonel had carried Tregarva to it.

Lancelot and two or three workmen, whom his cries had attracted, lifted the body on to the meadow.
Honoria knelt quietly down on the grass, and watched, silent and motionless, the dead face, with her wide, awestruck eyes.
'God bless her for a kind soul!' whispered the wan weather-beaten field drudges, as they crowded round the body.
'Get out of the way, my men!' quoth the colonel.