"A boy like you, making himself conspicuous by his gambling!" Malcourt winced, but as the girl had apparently heard nothing to his discredit except about his gambling, he ventured an intelligent sidelong glance at Hamil.
The latter looked at him inquiringly; Malcourt laughed.
"You haven't been to the Beach Club yet, have you, Hamil?
I'll get you a card if you like." Cecile, furious, turned her back and went head first into the sea.
"Come on," said Hamil briefly, and followed her.

Malcourt took to the water leisurely, going out of his way to jeer at and splash Portlaw, who was labouring like a grampus inshore; then he circled within observation distance of several pretty girls, displayed his qualities as a swimmer for their benefit, and finally struck out shoreward.
When he emerged from the surf he looked about for Shiela.

She was already half-way to the beach, walking with Cecile and Hamil toward the pavilion; and, starting across the shallows to overtake her, he suddenly came face to face with Virginia Suydam.
She was moving hip-deep out through the seething tide, slim, graceful, a slight flush tinting the usual delicate pallor of her cheeks.

Gussie Vetchen bobbed nimbly about in the vicinity, very busy trying to look at everybody and keep his balance at the same time.

Miss Palliser was talking to Cuyp.
As Malcourt waded past, he and Miss Suydam exchanged a pleasantly formal greeting; and, for the second time, something in her casual gaze--the steadiness of her pretty green-tinted eyes, perhaps--perhaps their singular colour--interested him.
"You did not ask _me_ to your luncheon," he said gaily, as he passed her through the foam.
"No, only petticoats, Mr.Malcourt.I am sorry that your--fiancee isn't coming." He halted, perfectly aware of the deliberate and insolent indiscretion of her reply.