It's a savage spot, only fit for savages--or madmen." He turned his back and bent over his chopping board again.
Mrs.Pendleton turned away in perplexity, and walked up the passage to the front door.

There her eye fell on the figure of Charles Turold, lounging moodily over the gate, smoking a cigarette.
She walked down the flinty path and touched his arm.

"Would you mind going and looking for Sisily ?" she said.

"She is out on the cliffs, Thalassa says." She pointed a hand in the direction she supposed the girl to be.
The young man's moodiness vanished in eager alacrity.

"Certainly," he replied.