"You told me, didn't you, that you were going into the pool with the others?"
"Yes. But you don't understand. Will you wait until I go in and get my clothes on?"
"I—don't—think—so," he said with palpable effort.
She gathered all her resolution. "Aren't you going to take me home?"
Through the darkness came the sound of a deep-drawn breath.
"No," said his voice, both hard and sad. Only the sadness remained as he continued. "You see, I had idealised you."
"You needn't have," she retorted bitterly. "I'm just like other girls."
"So I see. I wish to God I'd never seen you!"
"There's no reason why you should ever see me again," she answered with rising spirit.
"Not the slightest," he agreed dolorously. "Good-bye."