"You've seen all there is of me to see," giggled Dee with the inanity of sheer nerve-shock, and could have killed herself for hatred and fury at her untoward response.
He made no comment upon this; only looked at her with incredulous pain.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Repairing the electric plant. I'm a workman. As I told you."
"I thought it was a joke."
"No." He listened to the confused sounds from beyond the door. "I seem to have been inopportune," he remarked with quiet grimness. "A swimming party, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"More or less informal, I judge."
Dee felt a hot wave submerging her. "You could see for yourself."
"Quite so. You were on your way to join it?"