"Who calls? You, Georgy?"
"Yes; it is I, Virgine."
"And pray, what want you, brother?"
"O sister! come out of the bath."
"For what reason should I? Our friends come? They are early: let them
wait, my Georgy. Go you and entertain them. I mean to enjoy myself
this most beautiful of mornings; the water's just right--delightful!
Isn't it, Viola? Ho! I shall have a swim round the pond: here goes?"
And then there was a fresh plashing in the water, mingled with a
cheerful abandon of laughter in the voices of my sister and her maid.