"I like my name, but Father gave it me. Mother wanted me called Marguerite."
"Which is absurd. Do you mind calling me M. M. and letting me call you F. F.? It's in the spirit of the age."
"I don't mind anything, so long as I get in." Mont caught a little crab, and answered: "That was a nasty one!"
"Please row."
"I am." And he did for several strokes, looking at her with rueful eagerness. "Of course, you know," he ejaculated, pausing, "that I came to see you, not your father's pictures."
Fleur rose.
"If you don't row, I shall get out and swim."
"Really and truly? Then I could come in after you."
"Mr. Mont, I'm late and tired; please put me on shore at once."
When she stepped out on to the garden landing-stage he rose, and grasping his hair with both hands, looked at her.