There were idle hours by the sea, little excursions in a sail-boat to Penmark, and at last to Point du Raz.

It was a beautiful day, with a gentle breeze, and the point was glorified.
The boat ran in lightly between the steep dark shore and the comb of reef that looked like a host of stealthy pumas crumbling the water.

They anchored in the Bay des Trepasses.

An hour on shore exploring the caves, and lunching, and then they went back to the boat, accompanied by a Breton sailor, who had acted as guide.
Gaston lay reading,--they were in the shade of the cliff,--while Andree listened to the Breton tell the legends of the coast.

At length Gaston's attention was attracted.