Look at the white and purple lights in the water--aren't they marvellous?
Now we're going right down into them.

Oh the freedom of air, and colour, and body--how I do _hate_ clothes! I say, how funny my stump looks, doesn't it?
Just like a great white rolling-pin.

You must go in first, Lubin, and then you'll be prepared to catch me when I begin drowning." Lubin, standing nude and shapely, like a fair Greek statue, for a moment on the bank, took a silent header and disappeared.

Then Austin prepared to follow.

He tumbled rather than plunged into the water, and, unable to attain an erect position owing to his imperfect organism, would have fared badly if Lubin had not caught him in his arms and turned him deftly over on his back.
"You just content yourself with floating face upwards, Sir," he said.
"There's no sort of use in trying to strike out, you'd only sink to the bottom like a boat with a hole in it.