"They shall be ordered at once."
"I should also like," she was looking out to sea, "to fill the hotel with people."
"You flatter me," he murmured.
"Perhaps," she added, "it would be simpler to go away."
"Simpler but impossible."
"Why impossible?"
"The air is unique. The Hotel Bungalow...."
"Please don't," she begged.
"Besides, for the first time in my life I am becoming discreet."
"Ah, no, my friend, believe me. It was merely that you, too, found it difficult to interrupt."