Diana had her arms tight round the neck of the young man, choking him.
'She killed him,' said Gerald.
The moon sloped down the sky and sank at last.

The lake was sunk to quarter size, it had horrible raw banks of clay, that smelled of raw rottenish water.

Dawn roused faintly behind the eastern hill.

The water still boomed through the sluice.
As the birds were whistling for the first morning, and the hills at the back of the desolate lake stood radiant with the new mists, there was a straggling procession up to Shortlands, men bearing the bodies on a stretcher, Gerald going beside them, the two grey-bearded fathers following in silence.

Indoors the family was all sitting up, waiting.
Somebody must go to tell the mother, in her room.