Lord Hartledon's usually good-natured brow--at present a brow of deep sorrow--contracted with displeasure.
"It is an awful accident," he replied.

"But I asked what you were doing here ?" "I thought I'd like to look upon him, sir; and the butler let me in.

I wish I'd been a bit nearer the place at the time: I'd have saved him, or got drowned myself.

Not much fear of that, though.

I'm a rat for the water.