As she lay in bed that night, her mind a confused jumble of the day's
happenings, one thought rose clear above the medley--the memory of his last
words to her:
"You need never imagine you're not wanted at the Cottage. I like to think
of you there."
CHAPTER XIV
THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE
Under Brett Forrester's tutelage, Ann's progress in the art of swimming
proceeded apace. Since his arrival at White Windows, the weather had been
perfect--still, dewy mornings, veiled in mist, melting by midday into a
blaze of deep blue skies and brilliant sunshine--and every day Ann and Mrs.
Hilyard, accompanied by Forrester and very often by Robin in addition,
might have been seen descending to Berrier Cove, the favourite bathing
beach of the neighbourhood. Quite frequently, too, Lady Susan would join
them in the water--she was an excellent straight-forward swimmer, though
"without any monkey tricks," as she regretfully acknowledged. On these
occasions the Tribes of Israel would sit in a mournful row along the shore,
watching the proceedings with concerned brown eyes. They themselves,
individually and collectively, exhibited an unfeigned distaste for every
form of aquatic sport which, Brett wickedly suggested, might be due to some
subconscious atavistic emotion relative to the Red Sea episode.
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