“But still less would an apex be a pyramid by itself!”
“It’s your turn, Tom,” said Maud. “I’ve been talking about myself, and now you shall talk about yourself. Begin at the beginning. What were your crises?”
“The first was when I saw the Hermes at Olympia,” began Tom.
“And a most disastrous crisis it was,” observed Manvers. “I hope they weren’t all as cheerless as that.”
“Be quiet, Mr. Manvers,” said Maud. “It’s his turn.”
“Of course that seemed to me the whole crisis,” said Tom, “but it wasn’t. It was only the apex of the effect Athens had on me.”
“Yes, I think that’s reasonable,” said Maud. “Go on to the next.”
“The next was when I was standing in a bramble bush waiting for pigeons to come over, and saw May walking down the path. She looked as if she had just stepped out from among the gods and goddesses on the Parthenon frieze. You see the first crisis was really part of the second.”
Maud said nothing, so Manvers took up the part of catechist.
“And the third?”