The girl nodded listlessly and glanced at the white yacht, now becoming visible through the thinning mist. Somewhere above in the viewless void an aura grew and spread into a blinding glory; and all around, once more, the fog turned into floating golden vapour shot with rain.
The girl placed both hands on the gunwales as though preparing to rise.
"Not yet!" said Hamil sharply.
"I beg your pardon?"—looking up surprised, still poised lightly on both palms as though checked at the instant of rising into swift aërial flight—so light, so buoyant she appeared.
"Don't go overboard," he repeated.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to row you in."
"I wish to swim; I prefer it."
"I am only going to take you to the float—"
"But I don't care to have you. I am perfectly able to swim in—"