However, it _was_ nice of you--not to name yourself and expect a response from me.

I'm afraid--I'm afraid it is going to take me almost five minutes to forget you--I mean your boat of course.

Good-bye!" Before he could speak again she went overboard, rose swimming with effortless grace.

After a dozen strokes or so she turned on one side, glancing back at him.

Later, almost among the breakers, she raised one arm in airy signal, but whether to him or to somebody on the raft he did not know.
For five minutes--the allotted five--he lay on his oars watching the sands.