She kept her eyes upon him in wonder; for if he had not solved the Sea-Lady, she had not solved him. And this was very strange from savage Brassid.
“Yes; God made nothing so perfect as a perfect woman—you!”
“You think me perfect?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Brassid!”
But something clanged in her brain.
“I love you!”
“Don’t, Brassid!” she begged. “You have touched to-day what you have never touched before, what no one has—don’t!”
It was a mighty occasion; but she would not have it. She fought it with her best weapon—levity. She laughed. She made him laugh, and it was done.
“Oh, Brassid,” she sighed, “forgive me! But it is too lovely. And afterward we could not swim together any more.”