suh, yassuh, heah you ah, suh, all right suh? Thank you suh, thank you kindly suh!" The gentlemen buried their noses in spray.
"She's as near pure spirit as anyone I ever knew. Why, Christabel is almost a religion to the people who really know her."
"Indeed!"
"What is she doing this for? Did you notice her expression? White as death, and those shining eyes—there was a sort of tragic radiance about her. You know she looked more like a nun than a bride, the way she wore her veil like a wimple, and carried that one Madonna lily. All the time I kept feeling that what was really happening was that she was taking the veil. I kept thinking, what is that man doing there?"
"That was rather the effect. Let me fill your glass."
"Thank you. Salut! The sunlight coming through the leaves turns your face a very interesting green, sir. I should like to paint it."
"Ah, you're a painter?"
