“Miss Selwyn, I wish you would forgive me.”
“Really there is nothing to forgive. Do you think Mrs. Le Moyne has forgotten me?”
“I am sure she has not. Do you know that is the first friendly remark you have made me?”
He saw her brows arch themselves slightly while her glance sought him an instant.
“To be frank with you,” she said, “I do not know that I meant it to be particularly friendly.”
“It wasn’t, but you have been so particularly unfriendly.”
She flushed, turning long before she needed to greet Peggie, who came leisurely down the walk with book and parasol, and tossed a cap to Merrington.
“We are all going to listen to the music, isn’t that it?” she asked. “The orchestra is really worth hearing this year—too good, indeed, for the crowd that goes to the pavilions.”
“I am going in the water,” Jacqueline said, laying an accent of defense on the pronoun. They walked on together, Peggie in the middle.
“Let us all go,” Merrington urged. “It is a gorgeous day. The sea is absolutely singing to us.”