"I half believe so."
"But she's here with Maggie Dennison."
"Well, everybody doesn't chatter as you do," said Adela incisively.
"I don't believe it. She——Hallo! here she is!"
Marjory Valentine came along, bending her slim figure a little, the better to resist a fresh breeze that blew her skirts out behind her, and threatened to carry off her broad-brimmed hat. She had been bathing; the water was warm, and her cheeks glowed with a fine colour. As she came up, both Adela and Lord Semingham put on their eyeglasses.
"An uncommon pretty girl," observed the latter.
"Isn't it glorious?" cried Marjory, yet several yards away. "Walter will enjoy the bathing tremendously."
"When's he coming?"
"Saturday," answered Marjory. "Where is Lady Semingham?"
"Dressing," said Semingham solemnly. "Costume number one, off at 11.30. Costume number two, on at 12. Costume number two, off at 3.30. Costume——"