“No thanks,” said Gudrun coldly.
“You don’t care for the water?”
“For the water? Yes, I like it very much.”
He looked at her, his eyes searching.
“You don’t care for going on a launch, then?”
She was slow in answering, and then she spoke slowly.
“No,” she said. “I can’t say that I do.” Her colour was high, she seemed angry about something.
“Un peu trop de monde,” said Ursula, explaining.
“Eh? Trop de monde!” He laughed shortly. “Yes there’s a fair number of ’em.”
Gudrun turned on him brilliantly.