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In the mean time the sea-bathing went resolutely on with all its forms.

Every morning the bathing machines were drawn down to the beach from the esplanade,where they were secured against the gale every night;and every day a half-dozen hardy invalids braved the rigors of wind and wave.

At the discreet distance which one ought always to keep one could not always be sure whether these bold bathers were mermen or mermaids;for the sea costume of both sexes is the same here,as regards an absence of skirts and a presence of what are,after the first plunge,effectively tights.The first time I walked down to the beach I was puzzled to make out some object rolling about in the low surf,which looked like a barrel,and which two bathing-machine men were watching with apparently the purpose of fishing it out.Suddenly this object reared itself from the surf and floundered towards the steps of a machine;then I saw that it was evidently not a barrel,but a lady,and after that I never dared carry my researches so far.I suppose that the bathing-tights are more becoming in some cases than in others;but I hold to a modest preference for skirts,however brief,in the sea-gear of ladies.Without them there may sometimes be the effect of beauty,and sometimes the effect of barrel.

For the convenience and safety of the bathers there were,even in the last half of September,some twenty machines,and half as many bath-men and bath-women,who waded into the water and watched that the bathers came to no harm,instead of a solitary lifeguard showing his statuesque shape as he paced the shore beside the lifelines,or cynically rocked in his boat beyond the breakers,as the custom is on Long Island.Here there is no need of life-lines,and,unless one held his head resolutely under water,I do not see how he could drown within quarter of a mile of the shore.Perhaps it is to prevent suicide that the bathmen are so plentifully provided.

They are a provision of the hotel,I believe,which does not relax itself in any essential towards its guests as they grow fewer.It seems,on the contrary,to use them with a more tender care,and to console them as it may for the inevitable parting near at hand.Now,within three or four days of the end,the kitchen is as scrupulously and vigilantly perfect as it could be in the height of the season;and our dwindling numbers sit down every night to a dinner that we could not get for much more love or vastly more money in the month of August,at any shore hotel in America.

It is true that there are certain changes going on,but they are going on delicately,almost silently.A strip of carpeting has come up from along our corridor,but we hardly miss it from the matting which remains.

Through the open doors of vacant chambers we can see that beds are coming down,and the dismantling extends into the halls at places.Certain decorative carved chairs which repeated themselves outside the doors have ceased to be there;but the pictures still hang on the walls,and within our own rooms everything is as conscientious as in midsummer.The service is instant,and,if there is some change in it,the change is not for the worse.Yesterday our waiter bade me good-bye,and when I said I was sorry he was going he alleged a boil on his cheek in excuse;he would not allow that his going had anything to do with the closing of the hotel,and he was promptly replaced by another who speaks excellent English.Now that the first is gone,I may own that he seemed not to speak any foreign language long,but,when cornered in English,took refuge in French,and then fled from pursuit in that to German,and brought up in final Dutch,where he was practically inaccessible.

The elevator runs regularly,if not rapidly;the papers arrive unfailingly in the reading-room,including a solitary London Times,which even I do not read,perhaps because I have no English-reading rival to contend for it with.Till yesterday,an English artist sometimes got it;but he then instantly offered it to me;and I had to refuse it because I would not be outdone in politeness.Now even he is gone,and on all sides I find myself in an unbroken circle of Dutch and German,where no one would dispute the Times with me if he could.

Every night the corridors are fully lighted,and some mornings swept,while the washing that goes on all over Holland,night and morning,does not always spare our unfrequented halls and stairs.I note these little facts,for the contrast with those of an American hotel which we once assisted in closing,and where the elevator stopped two weeks before we left,and we fell from electricity to naphtha-gas,and even this died out before us except at long intervals in the passages;while there were lightning changes in the service,and a final failure of it till we had to go down and get our own ice-water of the lingering room-clerk,after the last bell-boy had winked out.