He bade the manager rouse the detective and tell him to take her young ladyship to bathe, and to look after her very carefully indeed.
The detective, also desiring to sleep yet another hour, rose gloomily and gloomily escorted Pollyooly to the sea.

His gloom did not at all lessen Pollyooly's enjoyment of her bath and she spent the pleasantest half-hour in the sea.

She graciously suffered the detective to pay for it.
She returned to the hotel with a glorious appetite and made a glorious breakfast.

Mr.Wilkinson congratulated her on the healthiness of her appetite, with a somewhat envious air.

It seemed to her that the hotel was more attractive in the matter of breakfasts than of dinners.
At a few minutes to eleven they started to walk to the station.
Remembering that her parole only covered the day before, Mr.Wilkinson set her between himself and the detective.