They are reached, despite the steepness of the hill, by an easy winding road that leads, with long, meandering turns, down to the yellow, sandy beach of the little bay.

Clotilde and Julia made a sketch of the old Celtic temple while the gentlemen were smoking; then they amused themselves for some time watching the rising waves spreading upon the sand its fringes of foam.

It was agreed to return to the top of the hill on foot in order to relieve the horses.
The carriage, on a sign from Lucan, started ahead.

Clotilde took the arm of Monsieur de Moras, and they began ascending slowly the sinuous road.
Lucan was waiting Julia's good pleasure before following them; she had remained a few steps aside, engaged in animated conversation with an old fisherman who was busy setting his bait in the hollow of the rocks.

She turned toward Lucan, and slightly raising her voice: "He says there is another path, much shorter and quite easy, close by here, along the face of the cliff.