Prudence shrugged her shoulders; and that was the only reply she made to the question.
More boats and more yachts came by. Sometimes there was waving of hats and handkerchiefs from those on board to the two on the battery.
"We must look quite a Darby and Joan," remarked Prudence.
"Quite," said Lawrence.
Again Prudence turned her eyes quickly on her husband. Then she asked:
"Do you remember what Mr. Meramble sang at the Ormistons' last night?"
"No."
"I do; it was so cute. You were close to the piano; you ought to remember."
"I recall Mr. Meramble's shirt-collar and his tie, but not his song." As he spoke, Lawrence laughed. It must be confessed that his laugh was extremely irritating.
"Listen," said Prudence.