“Nor can we imbue what we do create with the grand associations which environ those piles with so intense an interest. Think of the mighty dead, Mr. Ingram, and of their great homes when living. Think of the hands which it took to raise those huge blocks—”
“And of the lives which it cost.”
“Doubtless. The tyranny and invincible power of the royal architects add to the grandeur of the idea. One would not wish to have back the kings of Egypt.”
“Well, no; they would be neither useful nor beautiful.”
“Perhaps not; and I do not wish to be picturesque at the expense of my fellow-creatures.”
“I doubt, even, whether they would be picturesque.”
“You know what I mean, Mr. Ingram. But the associations of such names, and the presence of the stupendous works with which they are connected, fill the soul with awe. Such, at least, is the effect with mine.”
“I fear that my tendencies, Miss Dawkins, are more realistic than your own.”
“You belong to a young country, Mr. Ingram, and are naturally prone to think of material life. The necessity of living looms large before you.”
“Very large, indeed, Miss Dawkins.”