"But it is a splendid morning for a swim.

And le bon Cinders also! How he is droll, ce bon Cinders!" He snapped his fingers airily under the droll one's nose, and flashed his sudden smile into her face of distress.
"_Eh bien_!" he said.

"_L'affaire est finie_.

Let us go." He stuck his weapon into the sand and left it there.

Then, without waiting to don his coat, he turned and walked away with her with his light, elastic swagger that speedily widened the distance between himself and his vanquished foe.
Chris walked beside him in silence, Cinders still tucked under her arm.
She knew not what to say, having no faintest clue to his real attitude towards her at that moment.