"Well," said Lois, smiling, "as that is more than a hundred years ago,
I suppose they all died."
"And their descendants?—"
"Living on the mainland, most of them. When the war came, they could not protect themselves against the English."
"Fancy, Tom," said Lenox. "People liked it so well on these rocks, that it took ships of war to drive them away!"
"The people that live here now are just as fond of them, I am told."
"What earthly or heavenly inducement?—"
"Yes, I might have said so too, the first hour of my being here, or the first day. The second, I began to understand it."
"Do make me understand it!"
"If you will come here at five o'clock to-morrow, Mr. Leno—xin the morning, I mean,—and will watch the wonderful sunrise, the waking up of land and sea; if you will stay here then patiently till ten o'clock, and see the changes and the colours on everything—let the sea and the sky speak to you, as they will; then they will tell you—all you can understand!"
"All I can understand. H'm! May I go home for breakfast?"