She tripped through the gate and down the grass, and stood, like a tiny figure of ivory and bronze, at the water's edge, having dropped off her towelling, watching the swans, which came up in surprise.

Then out ran Miss Bradley, like a large, soft plum in her dark-blue suit.

Then Gerald came, a scarlet silk kerchief round his loins, his towels over his arms.

He seemed to flaunt himself a little in the sun, lingering and laughing, strolling easily, looking white but natural in his nakedness.

Then came Sir Joshua, in an overcoat, and lastly Hermione, striding with stiff grace from out of a great mantle of purple silk, her head tied up in purple and gold.
Handsome was her stiff, long body, her straight-stepping white legs, there was a static magnificence about her as she let the cloak float loosely away from her striding.