Jill looked at Smith.  He was staring at her with the innocent, interested eyes of a baby.  She found herself blushing, which surprised her, as she had not known that she could.  She believed herself to be free of morbid modesty and had no objection to nudity at proper times and places - she recalled suddenly that she had gone on her first bareskin swimming party at fifteen.  But this childlike stare from a grown man bothered her; she decided to put up with clammily wet underwear rather than do the obvious, logical thing.