“Oh, you don’t understand! The Resident’s boat—Mr Maine—”
“Ah! What of him?”
“Went up the river with my niece.”
“Yes, yes—what of them?”
“Not come back!”
“Oh! Well, well, don’t be alarmed.—Why, you are trembling like a leaf.”
“Yes. I can’t help it. It is foolish perhaps. I am terribly alarmed.”
“Oh, come, come! I will walk back with you to the bungalow.—You go on, Durham; and you might tell the Resident that I am seeing Mrs Morley home.”
“Yes; all right!” came out of the darkness. “Shall I say that the boat’s not come back?”
“Oh yes. You might mention it.”