“Those are pagan ideas, and as such are so opposed to the dogmas of faith, that I am obliged, in order to explain their coming from your mouth, to suppose that you are trying to make a fool of me.”

“Not the least in the world; I am not making fun of you, my dear Robert.  You are not a baby, you know!  Come, go and get ready for a swim; I will go into my dressing-tent and do the same.”

She saluted me with her hand, as she lifted one of the sides of the tent, with unmistakable coquetry.  What a strange mystery is the heart of woman!

I sought out a spot shaded by the bushes, thinking over these things; but it was not long before I had got into my bathing costume.  I thought of you, my pious friend, as I was buttoning the neck and the wrists of this conventional garment.  How many times have you not helped me to execute this little task about which I was so awkward.  Briefly, I entered the water and was about to strike out when the sound of the marchioness’s voice assailed my ears.  She was talking with her maid inside the tent.  I stopped and listened; not out of guilty curiosity, I can assure you, but out of a sincere wish to become better acquainted with that soul.

“No, no, Julie,” the marchioness was saying.  “No, no; I won’t hear you say any more about that frightful waterproof cap.  The water gets inside and does not come out.  Twist up my hair in a net; nothing more is required.”

“Your ladyship’s hair will get wet.”

“Then you can powder it.  Nothing is better for drying than powder.  And so, I shall wear my light blue dress this evening; blond powder will go with it exactly.  My child, you are becoming foolish.  I told you to shorten my bathing costume, by taking it up at the knees.  Just see what it looks like!”

“I was fearful that your ladyship would find it too tight for swimming.”

“Tight!  Then why have you taken it in three good inches just here?  See how it wrinkles up; it is ridiculous, don’t you see it, my girl, don’t you see it?”

The sides of the tent were moved; and I guessed that my cousin was somewhat impatiently assuming the costume in question, in order the better to point out its defects to her maid.

“I don’t want to look as if I were wound up in a sheet, but yet I want to be left freedom of action.  You can not get it into your head, Julie, that this material will not stretch.  You see now that I stoop a little-Ah! you see it at last, that’s well.”

Weak minds!  Is it not true, my pious friend, that there are those who can be absorbed by such small matters?  I find these preoccupations to be so frivolous that I was pained at being even the involuntary recipient of them, and I splashed the water with my hands to announce my presence and put a stop to a conversation which shocked me.

“I am coming to you, Robert; get into the water.  Has your sister arrived yet?” said my cousin, raising her voice; then softly, and addressing her maid, she added:  “Yes, of course, lace it tightly.  I want support.”