"Oh, I say, now," he continued, "isn't this jolly, though? Are you going to stay long?"
"All summer, if I feel like it."
"I say, now, are you really?"
"Not really, but apparently, you know. Really I shall be somewhere else."
The man laughed delightedly.
"May I come up there in that hay-loft? It is a hay-loft, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is a hay-loft; but it isn't mine, any more than the beach is mine."
"Then I shall come."
He ran up the steps two at a time. Miss Ffolliott shook hands with him without changing her position, save to reach forth a hand negligently. He sat down at the other side of the doorway. He looked out at the sea.
"Jolly kind of a prospect, isn't it?"