“That is different,” said the young lady, so conclusively that it seemed to leave nothing more to be said on that score.
“A last twinge of Europeanism,” she vouchsafed. “We were young in those days.”
“You are well beneath the marble here.”
She assented cheerfully.
“A thousand years before it.”
“Happy place! Happy people!”
“But even this place isn’t the beginning of things here. Carnac was older than this. And older still is Avebury. Have you heard in America of Avebury? It may have predated this place, they think, by another thousand years.”
“Avebury?” said the lady who was called Belinda.
“But what is this Avebury?” asked V.V. “I’ve never heard of the place.”
“I thought it was a lord,” said Belinda.