I beg your pardon, Mr.Cole." But Mr.Cole was offended.
"I hope no son of mine will ever show himself a faint heart," he concluded severely.
The luncheon, in fact, had been a most dismal failure.

The Coles could fling their minds back to luncheons on this same beach that had been simply riotous successes.

What fun they had had! What games! What bathes?
Now the very sight of Mr.Le Page's black beard was enough.

Even Jeremy felt that things were wrong.

Then he looked at Charlotte and was satisfied.