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Pauline picked up her bathing suit.

“Go away, Bertie,” she said.

“But listen—”

“I want to change.”

“Change what?”

“Put on my swimming suit.”

“Why?”

“Because I am going to swim.”

“Swim?”

“Swim.”

I stared.

“You aren’t going back to the yacht?”

“I am going back to the yacht.”

“But I wanted to talk about Chuffy.”

“I never wish to hear his name mentioned again.”

“Oh, come!”

She looked at me.

“A girl and a bloke can say lots of things she or he doesn’t mean.”

“Oh? Well, let me tell you I meant every word I said. I told him I never wanted to speak to him again. I don’t. I told him I hated him. I do. I called him a pig. He is.”

“Aren’t you a bit hard?”

“Am I?”

“And rather rough on Chuffy?”

“Am I?”

“You wouldn’t say his attitude was excusable?”

“I would not.”

“I think it was a shock for the poor old chap, I mean, finding you here.”