She certainly had no further urgent desire to explore caves, magic or otherwise.

She was also a little tired, and inclined, after her excitement, to feel proportionately slack.
But early on the morning of the third day her strenuous nature reasserted itself.
The sea and the sunshine awoke her together and she arose and dressed, eager to revel in them both.

She wondered if Bertrand were out in his boat, and rather hoped she might encounter him.
Bertrand, however, was nowhere to be seen, and she proceeded to enjoy her morning bathe in solitude.

It was an enchanting day, and his absence did not depress her.

The tide was low, and she had to wade out a considerable distance through the rippling waves; but she reached deep water at last and proceeded forthwith to enjoy herself to her utmost capacity.
She spent a delicious half-hour thus, and it was with regret that she finally returned to the shallows and began to wade back to the point where Cinders, with her mackintosh, awaited her.
Just beyond this spot was a fair stretch of sand, and she was surprised as she drew nearer to the shore to hear voices and to see a group of men in the blue and red uniform of the garrison gathered upon what she had come to regard as her own particular playground.