Here's your lemo!" Saunders was excited.

He stopped in the doorway, but looked over his shoulder into the street.
"Come along," he exclaimed.

"They're going up to the chateau--the Princess and her party.

My word, she's ripping!" He was off again, followed more leisurely by the two Americans.
At the corner they stopped to await the procession of palanquins and jinrikshas, which had started from the pier.

The smart English victoria from the chateau, drawn by Wyckholme's thoroughbreds, was coming on in advance of the foot brigade.