She smiled, watching him, chin on hand.
"I wonder how you'll like this place," she mused. "It's gay—in a way. There are things to do every moment if you let people rob you of your time—dances, carnivals, races, gambling, suppers. There's the Fortnightly Club, and various charities too, and dinners and teas and all sorts of things to do outdoors on land and on water. Are you fond of shooting?"
"Very. I can do that pretty well."
"So can I. We'll go with my father and Gray. Gray is my brother; you'll meet him at luncheon. What time is it?"
He looked at his watch. "Eleven—a little after."
"We're missing the bathing. Everybody splashes about the pool or the ocean at this hour. Then everybody sits on the veranda of The Breakers and drinks things and gossips until luncheon. Rather intellectual, isn't it?"
"Sufficiently," he replied lazily.
She leaned over the parapet, standing on the tips of her white shoes and looked down at the school of fish. Presently she pointed to a snake swimming against the current.
"A moccasin?" he asked.
"No, only a water snake. They call everything moccasins down here, but real moccasins are not very common."