Confused, and a prey to
all sorts of undefined emotions, he continued his walk till he
reached the point where the waves, breaking at the very foot of the
cliff, prevented his going any further. As he turned, ho remembered
that he would have to pass her again, and considered if he could not
avoid it by keeping close to the cliff and so get behind her. But
why go out of his way to avoid her? That was driving shyness to the
verge of churlishness. She was friendly toward him, why repay her
kindness by such foolish and uncalled-for reserve? And ashamed,
almost indignant at himself, he came to a sudden determination, and
directed his steps straight toward the lady. She had watched him all
the time, and now smiled to him from afar, as she saw him making for
her.
When he got up to her he stood still and raised his hat. She saved
him the embarrassment of making a beginning by saying at once in the
most natural tone in the world:
"How nice of you to come and keep me company for a little while!
Won't you sit down on this plaid?"
He thanked her, and did as he was bid, seating himself on the thick,
soft rug. His head was shaded by the great parasol, the sun warmed
his knees.
"Are you a great admirer of the sea?" asked the lady.
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