"There, that is all right!" she said, blithely, and she put the note-book in her pocket again. "That is as far as we can go in that matter at present; and now we can talk of something else. What is the name of this little bay?"
"Little Ganovan, I believe."
"And the other one we passed?"
"Port Bân."
"What is the legend attached to the robber's cave up there in the rocks?"
"The legend? Oh, some one told me the gardener keeps his tools in that cave."
"What kind of a legend is that!" she said, impatiently; and then she went on with her questions. "Why doesn't anybody ever come round this way?"
"I suppose because they know we want the place to ourselves."
"And why should we want the place to ourselves?"
This was unexpected. He paused.