“I swam to my little bay again,” he replied.
“Did you?” she exclaimed, pleased.
She sat down by the pool, in which she washed her feet free from sand, holding them to Siegmund to dry.
“I am very hungry,” she said.
“And I,” he agreed.
“I feel quite established here,” she said gaily, something in his position having reminded her of their departure.
He laughed.
“It seems another eternity before the three-forty-five train, doesn’t it?” she insisted.
“I wish we might never go back,” he said.
Helena sighed.