"And close by it," said Godolphin, sneering, "behold the tomb!"
"Yes, but the tomb of great men!" said Constance, eagerly.
"The victims of their greatness."
There was a pause; Constance would not reply, she would scarcely listen.
"And do you feel no excitement, Percy, in the hum and bustle—the lights, the pomp of your native city?"
"Yes; I am in the mart where all enjoyment may be purchased."
"Ah, fie!"
Godolphin drew his cloak round him, and put up the window.
"These cursed east winds!"
Very true—they are the curse of the country!