Mr.
Barker, who had a glass of wine in the "fiddle" before him, took it out when the sea struck and held it up steadily to save it from being spilled; and Lady Victoria, who was not the least ashamed of being startled, cried out-- "Goodness gracious!" and then sat holding to the table and looking at her brother.
Margaret and Claudius were sitting next each other on one side of the table.

By one of those strange, sympathetic instincts, that only manifest themselves in moments of great danger, they did the same thing at the same moment.

Claudius put out his left hand and Margaret her right, and those two hands met just below the table and clasped each other, and in that instant each turned round to the other and looked the other in the face.

What that look told man knoweth not, but for one instant there was nothing in the world for Margaret but Claudius.

As for him, poor man, he had long known that she was the whole world to him, his life and his death.
It was very short, and Margaret quickly withdrew her hand and looked away.