No spectators, either on the river or the shore, attended this lesser contest: Lord Hartledon and Mr.Carteret had it all to themselves.
And meanwhile, during the time Lord Hartledon had remained at rest in his skiff under the winning flag, Percival Elster never addressed one word to him.

There he stood, on the edge of the bank; but not a syllable spoke he, good, bad, or indifferent.
Miss Ashton was looking for her brother, and might just as well have looked for a needle in a bottle of hay.

Arthur was off somewhere.
"You need not go home yet, Anne," said Val.
"I must.

I have to dress for dinner.

It is all to be very smart to-night, you know," she said, with a merry laugh.
"With Shute in the post of honour.