“I said so, meaning that I’m fascinated by the train of thoughts that the image awakens. Think a moment; we, the living of to-day confronting the acme of the thought of the ages long gone. Looking at this, I seem to be seeing over rolling centuries, right into the hearts of humanity that lived thousands of years ago.”
“All this might have been taken in at a glance! Having seen it, what use is it?”
“Use? To aid in finding a key to life’s problems. I’m filled with questionings; do not yearnings, such as beat through the being of the ancients pulse in those of to-day? Are not humanity’s temptations and needs ever the same?”
“Since the ancients did not tarry to compare with us, I, being only a woman, of Gerash, of to-day, can give only the shallow answer, I suppose so.”
“Oh, I’m not questioning Rizpah; but the ruins, the air, time, my soul, God!”
“And their reply?”
“Bewildering echoes of each question?
“And it’s all a mystery to Sir Charleroy?”
“I know a little; something, next to nothing.”
“Possess curious me of that little, and I’ll help thee wonder why so much greatness came to naught.”