"For my part, I hate it." He was surprised at the unexpected emphasis of her tone--the first time, indeed, that she had shown any signs of interest in the conversation.
"Kind of dull I suppose you find it," he remarked pensively, looking out across the waste of lavender-grown marshes, sand hummocks piled with seaweed, and a far distant line of pebbled shore.

"And yet, I don't know.

I have lived by the sea a good deal, and however monotonous it may seem at first, there's always plenty of change, really.

Tide and wind do such wonderful work." She, too, was looking out now towards the sea.
"Oh, it isn't exactly that," she said quietly.

"I am quite willing to admit what all the tourists and chance visitors call the fascination of these places.