“Shall we bathe this morning?” she said, suddenly looking at them all.
“Splendid,” said Joshua. “It is a perfect morning.”
“Oh, it is beautiful,” said Fräulein.
“Yes, let us bathe,” said the Italian woman.
“We have no bathing suits,” said Gerald.
“Have mine,” said Alexander. “I must go to church and read the lessons. They expect me.”
“Are you a Christian?” asked the Italian Countess, with sudden interest.
“No,” said Alexander. “I’m not. But I believe in keeping up the old institutions.”
“They are so beautiful,” said Fräulein daintily.
“Oh, they are,” cried Miss Bradley.
They all trailed out on to the lawn. It was a sunny, soft morning in early summer, when life ran in the world subtly, like a reminiscence. The church bells were ringing a little way off, not a cloud was in the sky
