While the father bestirred himself to get a cart and lanterns and men, the mother soothed her son, or, rather, she addressed to him such kindly attentions as she supposed were soothing to him.

She did not know that her attention to his physical comfort hardly entered his consciousness.
Caius went out again that night with those who went to examine the spot, and test the current, and search the dark shores.

He went again, with a party of neighbours, to the same place, in the first faint pink flush of dawn, to seek up and down the sands and rocks left bare by the tide.
They did not find the body of the child..