LADY MARY. And all this time you thought there was no one on the island but yourself?
LORD LOAM. I thought so until this morning. I was searching the pools for little fishes, which I caught in my hat, when suddenly I saw before me—on the sand—
CATHERINE. What?
LORD LOAM. A hairpin.
LADY MARY. A hairpin! It must be one of ours. Give it me, father.
AGATHA. No, it’s mine.
LORD LOAM. I didn’t keep it.
LADY MARY (speaking for all three). Didn’t keep it? Found a hairpin on an island, and didn’t keep it?
LORD LOAM (humbly). My dears.
AGATHA (scarcely to be placated). Oh father, we have returned to nature more than you bargained for.