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There are many bays on that coast, and in one of these, where they could easily get to deep water, they bathed every morning, drying themselves in the sun when they were tired of swimming. They would haul themselves out of the sea by clutching at the long tassels of sea-weed, and then lie down on the bare, warm rocks while the sun dried the salt into their skins. Once, while they were lying in this fashion, Gilbert turned to Henry and said, "Have you been to Boveyhayne at all since Ninian went away?"
"No," Henry answered. "I was to have gone with you that Christmas, but my father's illness prevented me, and I haven't been since."
"Why don't you go? They'd be glad to see you, and Ninian'd like it."
"I must go one of these days. How is Mrs. Graham? I suppose you've seen her lately?"
"She was all right when I saw her. Mary's rather nice!"
Henry did not say anything, and Gilbert, having waited for a while, went on.
"I always thought you and Mary...."
He broke off suddenly and sat up. "It's getting a bit chilly," he said. "I think I'll dress!"
"There's no hurry, Gilbert," Henry answered. "You didn't finish what you were saying."