'Aren't we going too much to the left?' sang Hermione, as she sat
ignored under her coloured parasol.
Gerald looked round without replying, the oars balanced and glancing in
the sun.
'I think it's all right,' he said good-humouredly, beginning to row
again without thinking of what he was doing. And Hermione disliked him
extremely for his good-humoured obliviousness, she was nullified, she
could not regain ascendancy.