He towered above her, darkly reluctant.
"Do sit down. You must be tired."
"I am."
Dubiously he seated himself at a little distance.
"And only your pains for your trouble?"
He nodded.
"I watched you, off and on, from the windows. You might have been looking for a pin, from your painstaking air, off there along the cliffs."
He nodded again, gloomily. Her comment seemed to admit of no more compromising method of reply.
"Then you've nothing to tell me?"
He pursed his lips, depreciatory, lifted his shoulders not quite happily, and swung one lanky leg across the other as he slouched, morosely eyeing the sheets of sapphire that made their prison walls.