exerting himself.

"Luncheon is ready," the waitress said, appearing at the entrance to the
boathouse, and they all hurried off. But two young men had taken the very
seats that Madame Dufour had selected and were eating their luncheon. No
doubt they were the owners of the sculls, for they were in boating
costume. They were stretched out, almost lying on the chairs; they were
sun-browned and their thin cotton jerseys, with short sleeves, showed
their bare arms, which were as strong as a blacksmith's. They were two
strong, athletic fellows, who showed in all their movements that
elasticity and grace of limb which can only be acquired by exercise and
which is so different to the deformity with which monotonous heavy work
stamps the mechanic.

They exchanged a rapid smile when they saw the mother and then a glance
on seeing the daughter.

"Let us give up our place," one of them said; "it will make us acquainted
with them."

The other got up immediately, and holding his black and red boating cap
in his hand, he politely offered the ladies the only shady place in the
garden. With many excuses they accepted, and that it might be more rural,
they sat on the grass, without either tables or chairs.

The two young men took their plates, knives, forks, etc., to a table a
little way off and began to eat again, and their bare arms, which they
showed continually, rather embarrassed the girl. She even pretended to
turn her head aside and not to see them, while Madame Dufour, who was
rather bolder, tempted by feminine curiosity, looked at them every