"I'm going for a swim; I nearly perished with the heat last night.... Did you sleep well, Duane?"
"Rather well."
She hesitated, looked up: "Are you coming with me?"
"I have an appointment."
"Oh!... Are you going to let me go alone?"
He laughed: "I've no choice; I really have an appointment this morning."
She inspected him, drew a step nearer, laid both hands lightly on his shoulders.
"Duane, dear," she said, "are you really going to let me drift past you out to sea—after all?"
"What else can I do? Besides, you are not going to drift."
"Yes, I am. You were very nice to me yesterday."