"Where did you look?"
"Under the rocks;—and in them."
"In the rocks, sir?"
"In their clefts and hollows and caves. In caves which I could only reach in a boat, or by going in at low tide; then I saw things more beautiful than a fairy palace, Julia."
"What sort of things?"
"Animals—and plants."
"Beautiful animals?"
"Very beautiful."
"Well I wish you would take me with you, Mr. Rhys. I would not mind wetting my feet. I will be a Hard fern—not a Lady fern. Eleanor shall be the lady. O Mr. Rhys, won't you hate to leave England?"
"There are plenty of beautiful things where I am going, Julia—if I get well."