'I 'm bound for France.'
'Slew a point to the right: South-east by South. We shall hit
Dunkerque.'
'I don't mean to be picked up by boats.'
'We'll decline.'
'You see I can swim.'
'I was sure of it.'
They stopped their talk—for the pleasure of the body to be savoured in the mind, they thought; and so took Nature's counsel to rest their voices awhile.
Considering that she had not been used of late to long immersions, and had not broken her fast, and had talked much, for a sea-nymph, Weyburn spied behind him on a shore seeming flat down, far removed.
'France next time,' he said: 'we'll face to the rear.'
'Now?' said she, big with blissful conceit of her powers and incredulous of such a command from him.