"Of course, if we stay here they will come for us sooner or later, but goodness knows when.
If we set out to walk to civilisation we shall doubtless in time strike it somewhere, but goodness knows where." "If we went along this strip and turned eastward at the end of it shouldn't we come to the railway ?" said Dorothy.
"I don't know that we should.

We should get into the _Landes_, and they're by way of being trackless.

Anyhow it would mean walking for hours; and it is less exhausting for you to sit here.

The _Petrel_ must turn up sooner or later." Remembering her talk with Tinker in the morning, Dorothy believed that it would be later--much later; but as she could hardly unfold her reasons for the belief, she said nothing.
For a long time they were silent.

Listening to the faint thunder of the Bay behind them, the lapping of the water at their feet, and the stirring of the pines, she filled slowly with a sense of their aloofness from the world, and a perfect content in being out of it alone with him.