“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” shouted Gerald in sharp command.
They must wait till the boat was tight on the ropes, till the small gangway was put out. Then they streamed ashore, clamouring as if they had come from America.
“Oh it’s so nice!” the young girls were crying. “It’s quite lovely.”
The waiters from on board ran out to the boat-house with baskets, the captain lounged on the little bridge. Seeing all safe, Gerald came to Gudrun and Ursula.
“You wouldn’t care to go on board for the next trip, and have tea there?” he asked.
“No thanks,” said Gudrun coldly.
“You don’t care for the water?”
“For the water? Yes, I like it very much.”
He looked at her, his eyes searching.
“You don’t care for going on a launch, then?”
She was slow in answering, and then she spoke slowly.
“No,”
