"Shut up, Jimmy. Is this right? It does catch your knee, though----"
Then, when Derry judged they had had enough of it, he ordered them out. He himself did a final dash of the whole eighty yards and back again, while the water boiled behind him. Then he sought his wrap and disappeared into the house.
"He's 'some' swimmer, isn't he?" said Julia softly. She had neither spoken nor moved.
But even I could see that he knew nothing of women.
The bit of water-starwort was still in her hand. Suddenly with a little laugh she tossed it over the side.
"Oughtn't he to have some tea?" she said....
I do not wish to labour the details of that afternoon. I may say that already I had a very distinct and curious impression of them, namely, that they _were_ details, isolated and without continuity; but I will come to that presently. We sat rather a long time over tea, and Derry talked. The only subject he seemed to avoid was that of his work. Otherwise he was alert, keen, dead "on the spot." On athletics he was extraordinarily illuminating. Granted that as an engine his body was pretty near perfection; it was on the "fundamental brainwork" of the subject that he laid the greatest stress. The modesty of the demonstrations which he made on the verandah before our eyes was altogether charming; he was as simple and earnest with us as he had been with the boys. For such-and-such a performance (he showed) your balance _must_ be thus and thus; for swiftness, a certain speed of movement _must_ be the perfectly-synchronised sum-total of half a dozen different speeds. I am no very remarkable athlete myself; I have always supposed that I lacked some special gift; but Derry spoke almost as if, by the mere taking of thought, he could add a cubit to his leap or plunge. He took his sport and his writing in very much the same way. You "just helped nature all you could."
Then he was back on the subject of the incinerator again.
Shortly after that it was an oak that ought to be lightened on one side unless I wanted to have a hole torn in the bank of my pond.
Then, dinner over, he began to fidget. This was at a little after eight o'clock. At twenty past he rose abruptly.
"It's that bathe I suppose," he yawned. "If you don't mind I think I'll turn in. You said I might, you know----"