For if your father is on the island we shall have found him by day after to-morrow, at noon, if we have to shake all Yaque inside out, like a paper sack.
And if he isn't here, we simply needn't stop." Olivia shook her head.
"You don't know the prince," she said.

"I have heard enough to convince me that it is quite as he says.

He holds events in the hollow of his hand." "Amory proposed," said St.George, "that we sit up here and throw pebbles at him for a time.

And Amory is very practical." Olivia laughed--her laugh was delicious and alluring, and St.George came dangerously near losing his head every time that he heard it.
"Ah," she cried, "if only it weren't for the prince and if we had news of father, what a heavenly, heavenly place this would be, would it not ?" "It would, it would indeed," assented St.George, and in his heart he said, "and so it is." "It's like being somewhere else," she said, looking into the abyss of far waters, "and when you look down there--and when you look up, you nearly _know_.

I don't know what, but you nearly know.