The spirit of duplicity seemed to grow upon him.
"I walked for a little way," he said.

"Afterwards I lay upon the sands and slept.

When I found that the steamer was still further delayed, I had a bath.

That was half an hour ago.

I asked a man whom I met on the promenade where one might dine in travelling clothes, lightly but well, and he sent me here--the Bar de Londres--and here, for my good fortune, I am." "It is a pity that monsieur does not speak French," one of Selingman's companions murmured.
"But, mademoiselle," Norgate protested, "I have spoken French all my life.