After dinner they returned to the bench on the esplanade; and Pollyooly, for the first time in her life, had the opportunity of learning how sentimental, after a bottle of champagne, a middle-aged man can become about the moon.

She gathered that he was deeply attached to a lady named Myra.
At half-past nine they returned to the hotel; and when she went to bed Mr.Wilkinson thoughtfully locked her in.
She slept well and rose early.

The sea, smiling in the morning sun, attracted her greatly; and it seemed good to her to bathe.

In view of the rank she was enjoying, it also seemed to her that she might very well have her way in the matter.

She dressed quickly, and with the heel of her own stout shoe, a stouter shoe than Lady Marion ever wore, she began to hammer on her bedroom door.
She had not hammered long before an eager, respectful chambermaid came and asked her what she wanted.