"Yes," she said, not meeting his eyes.
"Well, what shall we do?" They went down together to the door. He thought regretfully of Yaffti and the shining bay. "What do you think you'd like?"
"Let us go down—" She nodded towards the boathouses.
"You don't mean down to the beach?"
"Yes."
He studied her a moment.
"The wind off the bay is fresh after the storm," he hesitated. "You are dressed very lightly."
"No, no—quite warm."
"In that blue cobweb, open at the throat?"
"It's the dress you like best," she said, in a low voice.