Now, Sana had crossed his path. But Sana, he knew and rightly so, was not Dorinda.
He waited until she had stepped from behind the bushes that had hidden her while dressing, before he made his presence known.
“Good morning, Miss Sana.”
“Oh, how do you do, Mr. Lohman. What brings you here—and so early?”
“Just taking a morning stroll to better enjoy my pipe,” lying it is true, but he must not rush matters.
“It is rather a pleasant surprise to find you here at the beach. We are generally alone here.”
“We?” Carl said in astonishment.
“Yes,” she retorted, with a laugh, pointing to her handsome white Arab that stood champing at its bit a few yards away.
“Oh,” relieved of a million and one doubts.
Sana made a move as if to go away, when Carl asked, “Are you in a hurry, or did I disturb you?”