Sea air always did agree with him, and he was a fool to leave it.
Lucy met him at the station in answer to his telegram sent over from Warehold.

She was dressed in her very best: a double-breasted jacket and straw turban, a gossamer veil wound about it.

Her cheeks were like two red peonies and her eyes bright as diamonds.

She was perched up in the driver's seat of the drag, and handled the reins and whip with the skill of a turfman.

This time Bones, the tiger, did not spring into his perch as they whirled from the station in the direction of the beach.
His company was not wanted.
They talked of Max's trip, of the mortgage, and of Morton; of how hot it was in town and how cool it was on her portico; of Mrs.Coates and of pater-familias Coates, who held a mortgage on Beach Haven; of the dance the night before--Max leading in the conversation and she answering either in mono-syllables or not at all, until Max hazarded the statement that he had been bored to death waiting for Morton, who never put in an appearance, and that the only human being, male or female, he had seen in town outside the members of the club, was Sue.
They had arrived off the Life-Saving Station now, and Archie had called the captain to the door, and both stood looking at them, the boy waving his hand and the captain following them with his eyes.