Chris looked at the sea.
"I wouldn't mind a dip," he said sententiously.
"I should have it then," Marie said. "I can stay with Mr. Dakers if he has nothing better to do."
Chris looked at his friend.
"Will you look after her?" he asked, dubiously.
"Delighted."
"Right—oh! I shan't be long." Chris turned away.
Feathers found an empty seat in the shade, and he and Marie sat down.
"And we are quite-well-thank-you to-day, I suppose, eh?" he asked smilingly. "I heard you were down to breakfast, though I did not see you."
"Yes—I'm tired of being lazy. Did Mrs. Heriot tell you?"