MR. MORLAND. Don’t you think I searched and searched?
MRS. MORLAND. All of us. No one in the village went to bed that night. It was then we learned how they feared the island.
MR. MORLAND. The little pool was dragged. There was nothing we didn’t try; but she was gone.
SIMON (distressed). I can’t—there couldn’t—but never mind that. Tell me how you found her.
MRS. MORLAND. It was the twentieth day after she disappeared. Twenty days!
SIMON. Some boat——?
MR. MORLAND. There was no boat but mine.
SIMON. Tell me.
MRS. MORLAND. The search had long been given up, but we couldn’t come away.
MR. MORLAND. I was wandering one day along the shore of the loch, you can imagine in what state of mind. I stopped and stood looking across the water at the island, and, Simon, I saw her sitting on the tree-trunk sketching.