We sat for a long time, till the glow faded somewhat and the water began whuffling against the rock walls, and climbed them slowly till at last all the cave was dark again, and we groped back along the cleft to our sleeping-place with the sounds of great waters in our ears from the Boutiques.
After that we sought the sea-cave each time we woke, and whenever the light was in it we sat there, and ate, and talked of all we had done, and thought, and feared, and hoped, during those long months when we were apart.

And once and again Carette fell on earlier times still, and we were boy and girl together under the Autelets and Tintageu, or swimming in Havre Gosselin, and trembling through the Gouliot caves behind Krok's tapping stick.

And we talked of Aunt Jeanne's party, and our Riding Day, and Black Boy, and Gray Robin.

And she told me much of the Miss Maugers, and their school, and her school-fellows.

And at times she fell silent, and I knew she had sudden thought of her brother Helier.