They had a warm hollow in the sandhills where the wind did not come. He stood looking out to sea.
“It’s very fine,” he said.
“Now don’t get sentimental,” she said.
It irritated her to see him standing gazing at the sea, like a solitary and poetic person. He laughed. She quickly undressed.
“There are some fine waves this morning,” she said triumphantly.
She was a better swimmer than he; he stood idly watching her.
“Aren’t you coming?” she said.
