"My dear Elizabeth, that's just it. We've been following round and round them, and at this rate there's no reason why ever we should stop, in this world."
"You don't say.... But, after all, there's an easy way of proving if you are right. You walk to the left, feeling round them, and I'll walk to the right, and then, if it really is Bonaday's grave, we shall meet."
"Oh, but I couldn't! Elizabeth, if you leave me—if once I lose hold of you—I shall die next moment."
"Then there's only one thing to be done. We must stay here and cry out at the top of our voices, and both together."
"Yes, yes.... Why didn't we think of it before?"
"For," argued Miss Gabriel, "a bell doesn't ring of itself; and if we can hear the bell, very likely the man who was ringing it can hear us."
"Will you begin, Elizabeth? I declare to you my whole cage of teeth is loose——"
"Help!" called Miss Gabriel. Her voice, despite herself, quavered a little at first. "Help! Help!"
"Help—help—help!" chirupped Mrs. Pope, much as an extremely nervous person seeks to attract the attention of a waiter.
"Louder ... much louder. He-lp!"