I hope you will find her amusing." "I'm going to her luncheon," said Cecile calmly.

"It's quite too absurd for her to feel any more doubt about us socially than we feel about her.
That is why I am going.

Shall we swim ?" He rose; she clasped his offered hand and sprang to her feet, ready for the water again.

But at that instant Malcourt's dark, handsome head appeared on the crest of a surge close by, and the next moment that young gentleman scrambled aboard the raft, breathing heavily.
"Hello, Cecile!" he gasped; "Hello, Hamil! Shiela thought it must be you, but I was sceptical.

Whew! That isn't much of a swim; I must be out of condition--" "Late hours, cards, and highballs," observed Cecile scornfully.