Jimmy Kinsella rowed hard, and in about ten minutes ran his own boat aground on Inishark. He disembarked, dragged at the painter of Flanagan’s boat and handed her over to the lady on the island. A long conversation followed. The whole party, Jimmy Kinsella, his lady, the dripping spy, and the original lady with the damp pocket handkerchief, consulted together eagerly. Then they took the hold-all out of Flanagan’s boat. There was another conversation, and it became plain that the two ladies were expostulating with the dripping gentleman. Jimmy Kinsella stood a little apart and gazed placidly at the two boats. Then the hold-all was unpacked and a number of garments laid out on the beach. They were sorted out and a bundle of them handed to the spy. He walked straight up the slope of the island and disappeared over the crest of the hill. “Gone to change his clothes,” said Priscilla. The two ladies repacked the hold-all. Jimmy Kinsella stowed it in the bow of Flanagan’s boat. Then the lady of the island got it out again, unpacked it once more, and took something out of it. “Clean pocket-handkerchief, I expect,” said Priscilla. The guess was evidently a good one, for she spread the wet handkerchief on a stone. Her companion reappeared over the crest of the island, clad in another pair of white trousers and another sweater. He carried his wet garments at arm’s length. Jimmy Kinsella went to meet him. They talked together as they walked down to the boats. Then the two ladies kissed each other warmly. Priscilla watched the performance with a sneer. “Awful rot, that kind of thing,” she said. “All women do it,” said Frank. Here at last he was unquestionably Priscilla’s superior. Never, to his recollection, had he kissed any one except his mother, and he was generally content to allow her to kiss him. “I don’t; Sylvia Courtney tried it on with me when we were saying good-bye at the end of last term, but I jolly soon choked her off. Can’t think where the pleasure is supposed to come in.” Jimmy Kinsella placed the spy lady in the stern of Flanagan’s boat and handed in her companion. He arranged the oars and the rowlocks and then, standing ankle deep in the water, shoved her off. The spy took his oars and pulled away. Priscilla and Frank watched the boat until she disappeared. “Pretty rough luck on us,” said Priscilla, “Jimmy Kinsella turning up just at that moment. I wonder if that woman is a man in disguise. She might be, you know. They sometimes are.” “Couldn’t possibly. No man would have been such a fool as to go trying to dry anybody with a pocket handkerchief. Only a woman----” “If it comes to that,” said Priscilla, “no woman would have been such a fool as to let that boat go the way he did. Girls aren’t the only asses in the world, Cousin Frank.” “Besides,” said Frank, “she evidently took a lot of trouble to persuade him to change his clothes. That looks as if----”