Sir Richmond turned about. “I would like to dig up the bottom of this ditch here foot by foot—and dry the stuff and sift it—very carefully.... Then I might begin to remember things.”
Section 5
In the evening, after a pleasant supper, they took a turn about the walls with the moon sinking over beyond Silbury, and then went in and sat by lamplight before a brightly fussy wood fire and smoked. There were long intervals of friendly silence.
“I don’t in the least want to go on talking about myself,” said Sir Richmond abruptly.
“Let it rest then,” said the doctor generously.
“To-day, among these ancient memories, has taken me out of myself wonderfully. I can’t tell you how good Avebury has been for me. This afternoon half my consciousness has seemed to be a tattooed creature wearing a knife of stone....”
“The healing touch of history.”
“And for the first time my damned Committee has mattered scarcely a rap.”
Sir Richmond stretched himself in his chair and blinked cheerfully at his cigar smoke.
“Nevertheless,” he said, “this confessional business of yours has been an excellent exercise. It has enabled me to get outside myself, to look at myself as a Case. Now I can even see myself as a remote Case. That I needn’t bother about further.... So far as that goes, I think we have done all that there is to be done.”