It is as good as the water at La Tour." Then she drank also, and then she washed out the milk-can, but would not pour the dirty water back into the basin.

"It would be an offence," she said simply, and I felt the same.
Then we left our can there and went on along the cleft, which grew narrower and narrower till we could only go singly.

And so we came at last into a sound of waters in front, and going cautiously, found ourselves in a somewhat wider place, with dull waves tumbling hollowly at our feet.
Carette crept to my side, and I held the lantern up and out, but we could see only a rough, black-arched roof and ragged rock walls, and a welter of black waves which broke sullenly against the shelving path on which we stood, as though driven in there against their will.
"This is the water-cave Uncle George spoke of, but I don't see any light." "Perhaps it's night outside," said Carette in a whisper.

"Let us get back, Phil.

I don't like this place.