"I'm afraid you're right. It will have to be repaired. I'll go back by boat."
He smiled.
"Of course. But in the meanwhile I'm afraid you'll have to trust to my hospitality—such as it is."
She turned toward him quickly.
"You mean—"
"The boat—my only means of communication, won't be here until
Thursday."
Her jaw dropped and her blue eyes were quite round in dismay.
"You can't mean it!"
"It's the truth."
"Have you no boats? Does no one come here from the mainland?"