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"
It
’
s
about
half
-
past
one
.
"
They
faced
the
seascape
together
momentarily
.
"
It
’
s
not
a
bad
time
,
"
said
Dick
Diver
.
"
It
’
s
not
one
of
worst
times
of
the
day
.
"
He
looked
at
her
and
for
a
moment
she
lived
in
the
bright
blue
worlds
of
his
eyes
,
eagerly
and
confidently
.
Then
he
shouldered
his
last
piece
of
junk
and
went
up
to
his
car
,
and
Rosemary
came
out
of
the
water
,
shook
out
her
peignoir
and
walked
up
to
the
hotel
.
It
was
almost
two
when
they
went
into
the
dining
-
room
.
Back
and
forth
over
the
deserted
tables
a
heavy
pattern
of
beams
and
shadows
swayed
with
the
motion
of
the
pines
outside
.
Two
waiters
,
piling
plates
and
talking
loud
Italian
,
fell
silent
when
they
came
in
and
brought
them
a
tired
version
of
the
table
d
’
hôte
luncheon
.
"
I
fell
in
love
on
the
beach
,
"
said
Rosemary
.
"
Who
with
?
"
"
First
with
a
whole
lot
of
people
who
looked
nice
.
Then
with
one
man
.
"
"
Did
you
talk
to
him
?
"
"
Just
a
little
.
Very
handsome
.
With
reddish
hair
.
"
She
was
eating
,
ravenously
.
"
He
’
s
married
though
—
it
’
s
usually
the
way
.
"
