"Aren't you going to bathe again?" said Berry.

There was the note of eagerness in his voice, and I saw a vision
of Berry in my clothes striding triumphantly homewards.

"I don't think so," I said carelessly. "Rather too soon after
lunch. But I'm going to take off my coat and sit down in the
sun."

After all, he couldn't do much with a coat.

The Mermaid was already seated between Daphne and Jill, talking
vivaciously. Jonah pretended to be asleep. After a furtive
glance at the top of the cliff, Berry resumed his building
operations with awful deliberation.

After a while:

"Well, if you aren't going to bathe any more, aren't you going to
dress?" said I.

"And leave this beauty spot?" said Berry. "Shame, shame on you,
brother! Go your ways if you will. 'Then wander forth the sons
of Belial.' You'll just be in time. But leave us here in peace.
I have almost evolved a post-futurist picture which will
revolutionize the artistic world. I shall call it 'The Passing
of a Bathe: a Fantasy. It will present to the minds of all who
have not seen it, what they would have rejected for lunch if they
had. To get the true effect, no one must see it."