She knew now from the explosion of his "No" and the swift alarm upon his face that something threatened her.
"You must tell me what has happened," she cried.

"You must! Oh, you turn away from me!" From the dark steep garden at their feet rose a clamour of cheers--to Luttrell an intervention of Providence.
"Listen," he said.
Here and there a man or a woman rose at the dinner tables and looked down.

Upwards along a glimmering riband of path, a group of students bore one of their number shoulder-high.

Luttrell leaned over the balustrade.

The group below halted; speeches were made; cheers broke out anew.
"It is the Swedish javelin-thrower.