She put the lantern this way and that, and they made careful search. But their trouble was empty of profit.
"This is where they was," she said. "Maybe Mr. King lifted them. There's been no one else this way."
"It doesn't matter," Power answered. "The show was good enough."
They were looking into the Pool, which the gloom made mysterious and of great size. The water was fretted with the images of stars. Big moths came out of the dark to beat against the lantern. Power spoke because it was impossible to stand there without a reason.
"A grand place this."
"It isn't so bad. Bit slow after Mount Milton."
"Do you want people?"
"I'm not particular; but a gel wants a bit of life sometimes. It's terrible weary of a time without a sight of anyone new. Sometimes I'm fair spoiling for a bit of fun."
"What do you do with yourself? Do you read?"