"
"But you had to be carried _out_ of the water, hadn't you? You must have
found it most embarrassing! Most embarrassing!"
"I don't think I did," said Ann.
"Not?"--chidingly. "Oh, Miss Lovell, I can't believe that! Any nice-minded
girl--I'm sure, if it had been me I should have fainted out of pure shame
at finding myself in a man's arms--without a _peignoir_!"
"Well, that was just it, you see. I _had_ fainted. So"--the corners of
her mouth trembling in spite of herself--"I wasn't able to put on my
_peignoir_."
"I see." Miss Caroline looked slightly relieved. "Then you didn't really
know any more about it than one does when having a tooth out under gas?
What a good thing! Dear me! What a good thing! And I'm sure Mr. Coventry
will try to forget all about it. Any gentleman would. Really, such a--a
contretemps makes one feel one ought almost to be fully clothed for
bathing, doesn't it?"
She hopped up like a hungry little bird that has just been fed and flitted
across the room to talk to Mrs. Carberry, and Ann wondered dryly if she
were confiding in the M.F.H.'s wife particulars of the kind of costume she
deemed suitable to the occasion when drowning.
Brett Forrester took her vacated seat at Ann's side.
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