“Oh, don’t be silly! Of course nobody was ill—anyhow only the people who meant to be before they started—and we had an awfully jolly table.”
“Mr Walsh one of your party?”
“Yes, he was at our table. I—sat next to him.”
I turned half round and looked at her. The moon was strong, I could see her eyes.
“Look here, do you want to go on with this story?” I asked.
“Yes, I think so—I’ve never told it before. But perhaps I’ll skip a little of it.”
“At the beginning?”
“Yes. Will you imagine the sun shining by day and the moon by night?”
“Yes. And a sparkling sea? And nothing to do?”
“Yes. And a young girl—quite a young girl.”