Lucy felt this before Max had finished.

She felt, too, with a sudden thrill, that she still held him.

Then there came the instantaneous desire to wipe out all traces of the outburst and keep his good-will.
"And you swear it ?" she asked, her belief already asserting itself in her tones, her voice falling to its old seductive pitch.
"On my honor as a man," he answered simply.
For a time she remained silent, her mind working behind her mask of eyes and lips, the setting sun slanting across the beach and lighting up her face and hair, the grays splashing the suds with their impatient feet.

Max kept his gaze upon her.

He saw that the outbreak was over and that she was a little ashamed of her tirade.