A delirious twenty minutes followed.

Bump crashed on bump.

The river in all its visible length flashed with the rising and falling oars--the white bodies of the rowers strained back and forth.

But it was soon over, and only the cheering for the victorious crews remained; and the ices--served to the visitors!--of which Roger was not slow to remind his hostess.
The barges emptied, and the crowd poured out again into the meadows.
Just outside the Christ Church barge, Constance with Nora beside her, and escorted by Sorell and Lord Meyrick, lifted a pair of eyes to a tall fellow in immaculate flannels and a Harrow cap.

She had been aware of his neighbourhood, and he of hers, long before it was possible to speak.
Falloden introduced his mother.