He spoke evenly and almost cheerfully of my career, with every now and then a reference to the lost ship or the treasures it had brought to Aros.

For my part, I listened to him in a sort of trance, gazing with all my heart on that remembered scene, and drinking gladly the sea-air and the smoke of peats that had been lit by Mary.
Perhaps an hour had passed when my uncle, who had all the while been covertly gazing on the surface of the little bay, rose to his feet and bade me follow his example.

Now I should say that the great run of tide at the south-west end of Aros exercises a perturbing influence round all the coast.

In Sandag Bay, to the south, a strong current runs at certain periods of the flood and ebb respectively; but in this northern bay--Aros Bay, as it is called--where the house stands and on which my uncle was now gazing, the only sign of disturbance is towards the end of the ebb, and even then it is too slight to be remarkable.

When there is any swell, nothing can be seen at all; but when it is calm, as it often is, there appear certain strange, undecipherable marks--sea-runes, as we may name them--on the glassy surface of the bay.