Under her arm she carried her bathing-dress.
"I'm going for a swim; I nearly perished with the heat last night....
Did you sleep well, Duane ?" "Rather well." She hesitated, looked up: "Are you coming with me ?" "I have an appointment." "Oh!...

Are you going to let me go alone ?" He laughed: "I've no choice; I really have an appointment this morning." She inspected him, drew a step nearer, laid both hands lightly on his shoulders.
"Duane, dear," she said, "are you really going to let me drift past you out to sea--after all ?" "What else can I do?
Besides, you are not going to drift." "Yes, I am.

You were very nice to me yesterday." "It was you who were very sweet to me....

But I told you how matters stand.

You care for your husband." "Yes, you did tell me.