The water's boiling.' The steam was lifting the lid of the small saucepan, which stood securely on the spirit-lamp between the marble knight's greaved shins.
But Lady Maud took no notice of it.
'It's like you,' said she.

'I cannot find anything else to say!' 'It doesn't matter about saying anything,' returned Mr.Van Torp.

'The water's boiling.' 'Will you blow out the lamp ?' As she spoke she dropped a battered silver tea-ball into the water, and moved it about by its little chain.
Mr.Van Torp took off his hat, and bent down sideways till his flat cheek rested on the knight's stone shin, and he blew out the flame with one well-aimed puff.

Lady Maud did not look at the top of his head, nor steal a furtive glance at the strong muscles and sinews of his solid neck.

She did nothing of the kind.