Each time he danced back and sunned himself he had to go in again; and when he stood, his hind-feet on the sand and his fore-feet reared over the foam, by way of going where she wished and keeping himself dry, Caius could see her gestures so well that it seemed to him he heard the tones of playful remonstrance with which she argued the case.
When she perceived that Caius intended to come up to her, she rode to meet him.

Her white cap had been taken off and stuffed into the breast of her dress; the hood surrounded her face loosely, but did not hide it; her eyes were sparkling with pleasure--the pure animal pleasure of life and motion, the sensuous pleasure in the beauty and the music of the waves; other pleasures there might be, but these were certain, and predominated.
"Why did you come ?" She asked the question as a happy child might ask of its playmate--no hint of danger.
To Caius it was a physical impossibility to answer this question with the truth just then.
"Is not springtime an answer ?" he asked, then added: "I am going away to-day.

I came for one last ride." She looked at him for a few moments, evidently supposing that he intended to go to Harbour Island to wait there for his ship.

If that were so, it seemed that she felt no further responsibility about her conduct to him.

His heart sank to see that her joy in the spring and the morning was such that the thought of parting did not apparently grieve her much.
In a moment more her eyes flashed at him with the laughter at his expense which he knew so well; she tried not to laugh as she spoke, but could not help it.
"I have been visiting the band of men who were going to murder you the night you came.