walk over the
cliffs, had swum out beyond the buoys, and now in his flannels, his
panama, a gay rose in the lapel of his coat, amongst the many
debonnaire and pleasing people who filled the little fishing town, his
was a distinguished figure. He trusted very much to instinct to
discover his friend, and after a few moments found her at the extreme
end of the street which the papers of Paris tell you is "the most
worldly and fashionable in any part of the Continent, during race week
at Trouville." Mary Falconer was of course dressed in the very height
of the mode. She looked up and saw Bulstrode before he saw her, but
she could wait until he made his leisurely way down to her side. She
waited for him a great deal. He did not know how much, but then her
point of view and her feelings have never come into the history. It
amused her to make him her many clever little bits of speech, for he
was so appreciative of everything she said, and looking up at him now
as he approached she said: "These people never seem to have anything to
do, do they? Leisure is like money: to enjoy thoroughly either money
or leisure one should only have a little of each. Now for us
good-for-nothings who have no occupation it doesn't make much
difference what we do or where we do it!"

The lady's camp-stool had been set down at the end of the street.
Those who are not promenading opened little _chaises pliantes_ and
watched from their little seats. Mrs. Falconer sat facing the ocean,
or what was visible of it between the bathing tents. Pagodas gay with
children's shovels and bright pails, striped bonbons and the sea of
muslins, ribbons and feathers and sunshades of the midsummer crowd.
All the capitals of Europe had poured themselves into Trouville, and
the resort overflowed with beauty and fashion.

'"It's perfectly bewitching," Bulstrode said to her, "perfectly
bewitching, and it makes one feel as though there were nothing but
pleasure in the world."

She wore a white dress and her hat was bright with flowers. She opened
her rose-lined parasol over her head.

"Jimmy," she said abruptly, and brought his eyes to hers like a flash,
for he had been looking over the scene, "do you know I begin to see
where the innkeeper found his rare treasures; _there are a great many
other things_ that suggest them in this little street!"

Bulstrode replied, "You don't want him to take them away, do you?"

She shook her head. "No," she said slowly,