What time and where
do you generally bathe?"
Ann raised one or two feeble objections, but they were promptly overruled,
and before she quite knew how it had happened she found herself committed
to a promise that she would be at Berrier Cove the following morning,
prepared to take a first lesson in the art of swimming.
"It's really a very sensible idea," approved Lady Susan. "If you'd actually
tipped over into Lac Leman that night, you'd certainly have gone to the
bottom if you'd had to depend on your own unaided efforts."
"What happened?" asked Forrester with interest, and Lady Susan embarked on
a graphic account of Ann's adventure during the progress of the Venetian
fete at Montricheux, and of the way in which Eliot Coventry had come to her
rescue.
"Coventry? Is that the morose-looking individual who lives at Heronsmere?"
inquired Brett.
Ann glanced up in some surprise.
"Oh, have you met him already?"
"We came across him with Brian Tempest on our way here," explained Lady
Susan. "The two men are rather a study in contrasts," she added. "Brian is
really a great dear. I always think it's so clever of him to have preserved
his faith in human nature when he's condemned to live with that
oil-and-vinegar sister of his.
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