In a short time they had passed and cut in before this vehicle, but soon became aware that their carriage, like the coach, was one of a straggling procession of conveyances, some mile and a half in length, all bound for the village between the cliffs.
In descending the long hill shaded by lime-trees which sheltered their place of destination, this procession closed up, and they perceived that all the visitors and native population had turned out to welcome them, the daily arrival of new sojourners at this hour being the chief excitement of Etretat.

The coach which had preceded them all the way, at more or less remoteness, was now quite close, and in passing along the village street they saw Mr.Somerset wave his hand to somebody in the crowd below.

A felt hat was waved in the air in response, the coach swept into the inn-yard, followed by the idlers, and all disappeared.
Paula's face was crimson as their own carriage swept round in the opposite direction to the rival inn.
Once in her room she breathed like a person who had finished a long chase.

They did not go down before dinner, but when it was almost dark Paula begged her aunt to wrap herself up and come with her to the shore hard by.

The beach was deserted, everybody being at the Casino; the gate stood invitingly open, and they went in.