‘Why, here’s some gentlemen a-going in on this side!’ exclaimed Mrs. Tuggs, in a tone of horror.
Three machines—three horses—three flounderings—three turnings round—three splashes—three gentlemen, disporting themselves in the water like so many dolphins.
‘Well, that’s sing’ler!’ said Mr. Joseph Tuggs again. Miss Charlotta coughed this time, and another pause ensued. It was agreeably broken.
‘How d’ye do, dear? We have been looking for you, all the morning,’ said a voice to Miss Charlotta Tuggs. Mrs. Captain Waters was the owner of it.
‘How d’ye do?’ said Captain Walter Waters, all suavity; and a most cordial interchange of greetings ensued.
‘Belinda, my love,’ said Captain Walter Waters, applying his glass to his eye, and looking in the direction of the sea.
‘Yes, my dear,’ replied Mrs. Captain Waters.
‘There’s Harry Thompson!’
‘Where?’ said Belinda, applying her glass to her eye.
‘Bathing.’