But Garda did not care for a nearer look. She had seen the old tomb many times.
"Let us make a wreath for it, then, while Mr. Spenser is sketching. So that it can feel that for once—"
"It's too old to feel," said Garda.
Margaret gathered a quantity of a glossy-leaved vine which was growing over some bushes near. "I shall make a wreath, even if you don't," she said. And she sat down and began her task.
"I think this will do," said Lucian, after another ten minutes, surveying his work. "I can finish it up at home."
Margaret threw down her vines, and began to help him collect his scattered possessions.
"Don't go yet; it's so lovely here," said Garda. "Make a second sketch for me."
"I will copy you one from this," he answered.
"No, I want one made especially for me, even if it's only a beginning; and I want it made here."
"But we really ought to be going back, Garda," said Margaret.