“Etarre,” he said, “I am afraid that we have indulged ourselves shamefully to-day.”
“You mean about the luncheon party?” I asked.
“Yes, that,” he said, “and then we came down here for the sea to do us good and we haven’t been near the sea.”
“No,” I said, “we haven’t.”
“We have simply amused ourselves all day long,” he finished disgustedly.
“Yes,” I said, “we have.”
But as the train drew over the salt marshes I smiled at this disgust of Pelleas’, smiled until my hand crept down and found his under his hat.
“What is it?” he asked, seeing my smile.
“I’ve found out something,” I told him.
“What is it?” he wanted to know.