But they made no more of her presence than if she had been an old shoe.

Only once did one of them speak to her.
"Stop your whimpering," said Hippolyte roughly.

"We can hardly hear ourselves talk." He was for finishing with the business altogether to-night.
"It's a mistake," he said.

"There's been a bungle, and the sooner we are rid of it the better.

There's a boat at the bottom of the garden." Celia listened and shuddered.