“This is all dreadfully wrong, you know,” she said gravely. He stopped a few feet away and fanned himself with his hat.
“Yes, very warm, isn’t it?” he agreed affably.
“In the first place,” she went on severely, “you are trespassing.”
“I beg your pardon?” he asked as though he had not comprehended.
“I said you are trespassing.”
“Oh! Yes, of course. Well, really, you couldn’t expect me to sit out there in that hot sun, could you now? I—I have a rather delicate constitution.”
“But you were trespassing before! Coming up here only makes it worse.”
“Better, I call it,” he answered, turning to look back unregretfully at the pool.
“And then—then it is equally wrong for me to stay here and talk to you.”