But he must be found.
He must, he must!" She paused in her swinging about the room for which I was sorry, as her panther-in-a-cage movements were exceedingly beautiful, and she gazed at me with a tragic air, wringing her hands.

I was puzzled to find an adequate reason for this sudden emotional outburst.

Hitherto she had accepted the prospect of a resumption of married life with a fatalistic calm.

Now when the man is either dead or has vanished into space, she pins all her hopes of happiness on finding him.

And why had her salvation from destruction nothing to do with Dale?
There is obviously another range of emotions at work beneath it all; but what their nature is baffles me.