The Baltic Sea is most beautiful during a slender margin of time, the breath between dusk and night. Mildred kicks off her sandals and heads toward a dune. This delights Arvid. He rolls up his trousers and races after her. Egmont says they are crazy. Anneliese shakes her head in a pantomime of disapproval, then flings an arm around Egmont’s shoulder and in good humor trudges up the dune.
