She had watched him all the time, and now smiled to him from afar, as she saw him making for her.
When he got up to her he stood still and raised his hat.

She saved him the embarrassment of making a beginning by saying at once in the most natural tone in the world: "How nice of you to come and keep me company for a little while! Won't you sit down on this plaid ?" He thanked her, and did as he was bid, seating himself on the thick, soft rug.

His head was shaded by the great parasol, the sun warmed his knees.
"Are you a great admirer of the sea ?" asked the lady.
"I hardly know myself yet.

I must make its nearer acquaintance first," answered Wilhelin.
"I confess that it leaves me quite unmoved.

No, not that exactly, for I am rather vexed at it for giving so many idiots an excuse for ranting and absurd sentimentality.