"We will now bathe," said a voice at the back of my neck.
I gave a grunt and went on with my dream. It was a jolly dream, and nobody got up early in it.
"We will now bathe," repeated Archie.
"Go away," I said distinctly.
Archie sat down on my knees and put his damp towel on my face.
"When my wife and I took this commodious residence for six weeks," he said, "and engaged the sea at great expense to come up to its doors twice a day, it was on the distinct understanding that our guests should plunge into it punctually at seven o'clock every morning."
"Don't be silly, it's about three now. And I wish you'd get off my knees."
"It's a quarter-past seven."
"Then there you are, we've missed it. Well, we must see what we can do for you to-morrow. Good-night."
Archie pulled all the clothes off me and walked with them to the window.