Lost?
Nonsense! In this narrow little world people are never hopelessly lost till they are dead and underground.

Help me to recognize her by a description, and tell me her name.

I'll find her; I'll persuade her to come back to you--and, mark my words, you will live to bless the day when you followed my advice." This well-meant remonstrance was completely thrown away.

Beaucourt's despair was deaf to every entreaty that Dick had addressed to him.
"Thank you with all my heart," he said.

"You don't know her as I do.
She is one of the very few women who mean No when they say No.