“That was a good town, Florence,” said Holton suddenly.
“It was.”
“We were there a week, weren’t we?”
“About that.”
Holton nodded, and Trebling watched him to see how he felt; Holton’s face told him nothing, though. He was only remembering.
“It’s certainly a nice feeling to be out,” said Holton finally.
“I guess it must be.”
“Not having to worry about being moved from place to place.”
They were standing in the Roman Forum. All around them were pieces of shattered marble, shattered in earlier wars. Trebling and Holton had looked at three slender columns of marble, all that was left of a temple.