Deppingham felt a cold chill shoot up his spine, and he cleared his throat as if to shout after the disappearing steamer.

But he maintained a brave front, or, more correctly, a brave back, for he refused to encourage the maid's fears by turning around.
It was broiling hot in the sun, but no one thought of the white umbrellas.

Saunders was the epitome of every thought.
"Here he comes!" shouted the valet, joyously forgetting his station.

His lordship still stared at the sea.

Lady Deppingham's little jaws were shut tight and her fingers were clenched desperately in the effort to maintain the proper dignity before her servants.
"Your lordship," said Mr.Saunders, three minutes later, "this is Mr.
Bowles, his Majesty's agent here.