‘No, never.’
‘You don’t need to wear a bathing-suit then. It’s far more delicious with nothing on.’
‘I suppose it is.’
‘I do it quite often.’
Now she was going to tell him something she had never meant to tell him. She could not stop herself. As if he were expecting it, he turned his face to hers, and waited.
‘I saw you once when I was bathing. It was before we met again. You were in a canoe, alone, and I knew it was you. I watched you go past.’
‘I know you did.’
‘You——?’
‘I saw you,’ he said.
She was paralysed; and of the questions which flooded her mind not one could be spoken.