The roof we could not see, but from the slope of the walls on either side I thought they probably met at a point a great way up, and the narrow crack of a cave ran far beyond our sight.
"My Boutiques," said Uncle George, "and no man--no living man but myself has ever been here till now, so far as I know." And round the walls we saw a very large number of neatly piled kegs and packages, at which my grandfather said, "Ah ha, mon beau!" and Uncle George smiled cheerfully in the candle-light.
"The Great Boutiques lie over there," he said, pointing.

"There are communications, high up along the cross shelves.

But they need not trouble you.

I am quite certain no man but myself knows them.

So if you hear the waves tumbling about in the big cave you don't need to be frightened." "And how far does this go ?" asked my grandfather, trying to see the end.
"Right through the Eperquerie.