“So you wouldn’t follow the Lorelei,” she spluttered, reproachfully.
“I am sorry I followed her so far,” he said, ruefully regarding the distant shore.
Olive struggled for breath. “Prosaic man! I waited down there for you, but I gave you up and came to the surface again.” She essayed sturdier kicks.
“You only sank once?” he said.
“Yes; didn’t you hear me calling you to come?”
“I heard sounds, but I thought they were epigrams.”
“Brute! To hit a woman when she’s down. But I shall be better soon.... I hope they can’t see us from shore.”
“Don’t talk! You brought Herbert an opera-glass to see we started fair.”
“Nonsense,” Olive gasped, indignantly.
“I distinctly remember it.”