And unperceived by Taffy a pair of kindly eyes watched his own as they met the first vision of that lovely tower rising above the trees and (so like a thing of life it seemed) lifting its pinnacles exultantly into the blue heaven.
“Well?”
All three had come to a halt. The boy turned, blushing furiously.
“This is the best of all, sir.”
“Boy,” said old Velvet-cap, “do you know the meaning of ‘edification’? There stands your lesson for four years to come, if you can learn it in that time. Do you think it easy? Come and see how it has been learnt by men who have spent their lives face to face with it.”
They crossed the street by Magdalen bridge, and passed under Pugin’s gateway, by the Chapel door and into the famous cloisters. All was quiet here; so quiet that even the voices of the sparrows chattering in the ivy seemed but a part of the silence. The shadow of the great tower fell across the grass.
“This is how one generation read the lesson. Come and see how another, and a later, read it.”
A narrow passage led them out of gloom into sudden sunlight; and the sunlight spread itself on fair grass-plots and gravelled walks, flower-beds and the pale yellow facade of a block of buildings in the classical style, stately and elegant, with a colonnade which only needed a few promenading figures in laced coats and tie-wigs to complete the agreeable picture.
“What do you make of that?”
As a matter of fact Taffy’s thoughts had run back to the theatre at Plymouth with its sudden changes of scenery. And he stood for a moment while he collected them.