“Oh yes.”
“And the other young man?”
“You don’t mean Mr. Bunting.”
“Who is Mr. Bunting?”
“The other gentleman who——”
“No!”
“There was no one——”
“But several mornings ago?”
“Could it have been Mr. Melville?… I know! You mean Mr. Chatteris! I remember, he came down with us one morning. A tall young man with fair—rather curlyish you might say—hair, wasn’t it? And a rather thoughtful face. He was dressed all in white linen and he sat on the beach.”
“I fancy he did,” said the Sea Lady.