"Yes," she said.
"I told Dolph it was too good to sit indoors," he went on. "That's my cousin, the man you saw to-day, you know."
"Mr. Temple?" said Leslie.
"Mr.—yes, Mr. Temple," he assented, after a moment's hesitation. "And I tried to lure him out; but he doesn't care about stirring after dinner, poor old chap——," he broke off with a laugh. "You are looking at my get-up?" he said.
Leslie smiled.
"I suppose you took me for one of the marine monsters who abound here. Fact is, I found my things wetter than I supposed——."
"I knew you would!" said Leslie, with an air of gentle triumph.
"Yes, and as I hadn't a change with me I borrowed a suit from the landlady's boy; a 'boy' about six feet high. I fancy I rather upset my cousin's man sitting down to dinner in 'em; but they're astonishingly comfortable. I'm half inclined to take to them as a regular thing. After all, one might be worse than a fisherman, Miss Lisle."
"Very much," said Leslie, with a smile.