Through the half-open door she saw the elderly male servant, and she entered briskly.
"Can you tell me where Miss Sisily is, Thalassa ?" she asked.
"Miss Sisily is out on the cliffs." Thalassa, busy chopping suet with a knife, made answer without looking up.

There was something absurdly incongruous between the mild domestic occupation and the grim warrior face bent over it.
"When did she go out ?" asked Mrs.Pendleton, struck by a sudden thought.
Thalassa threw a swift sidelong glance at her.

"It might be an hour ago," he said.
"Do you know where I am likely to find her ?" Thalassa pointed vaguely through an open window.
"Somewhere along there," he said.

"Miss Sisily is fond of the cliffs.

If you're going to look for her you'd best not go round by the back of the house, or you'll fall over, like as not.