"Excuse me, Mrs Barlow," said little Mrs Bolter, who had been fidgeting about, and waiting for an opportunity to speak, "but will you kindly explain what you mean by your very particular allusions to my brother?" "Must I?" said the lady, with a martyred look. "If you please, ma'am," said Mrs Bolter, sternly; and the little lady looked as if she were ready to apply the moral thumbscrews and the rack itself to the visitor if she did not make a clean breast. "Do you not know?" whispered Mrs Barlow, with a pathetic look, and a timidly bashful casting down of the eyes. "No, ma'am, I do not," said little Mrs Bolter, haughtily. "I thought you must have known," sighed the lady. "But under these circumstances, when he may be in terrible peril, perhaps crying aloud, `Rosina, come to my aid,' why should I shrink from this avowal? I am _not_ ashamed to own it. Ah, Dr Bolter--oh, Mrs Bolter--I have loved him from his first sermon, when he looked down at me and seemed to address me with that soft, impressive voice which thrilled the very fibres of my heart, and now he is gone--he is gone! What does it mean! What shall we do?" "Mary, you'd better administer a little sal-volatile, my dear," said the doctor. "You know the strength; I'm off." The doctor backed out of the room, leaving Mrs Barlow sobbing on the sofa, and hurried off in the direction of the Residency, talking to himself on the way. "This is something fresh!" he muttered; "and it isn't leap-year either. Rum creatures women! I wonder what Mary is saying to her now! Here, paddle me across," he said to one of the natives who was cleaning out his sampan ready for any passengers who might want to be put across to the island. As he neared the landing-stage, he found Mr Harley anxiously busy despatching boat after boat up and down stream, each boat being paddled by a couple of friendly natives, and containing a noncommissioned officer and private selected for their intelligence. "Ah! that's right, Harley!" said the doctor, rubbing his hands after a friendly salute, and the information given and taken that there was not the slightest news of the missing people. "But don't you think we ought to take some steps ashore?" "Wait a moment; let me ease my mind by getting these fellows off," said the Resident hoarsely; and he gave the men the strictest injunctions to carefully search the banks of the river, and also to closely question every Malay they met as to whether anything of the missing party had been seen. Eight boats had been sent off upon this mission, the men accepting the task readily enough, irrespective of the promise of reward; and hardly had the last been despatched, when the Resident proposed that they should go across to Mr Perowne's.