"I shall have to tell her the whole thing," he thought to himself. Aloud he said, "I shouldn't have been here when you were if it hadn't been for having the Merle."
"I suppose not," she answered, and the change in her tone showed most clearly that she understood in the words more than met the ear.
After they had stood for a time in admiration of the magnificent view before them, they turned to go to the tomb, twenty yards away. The uneven path, bordered by beautiful wild poppies and violets, was shaded by gnarled fig and plum trees. A splendid stone-pine rose superb on the left, crowned by its dome-shaped cluster of branches.
"Oh," Katrine cried, "it's perfectly beautiful, isn't it? It makes you feel solemn, it's so lovely."
"Yes," he assented, and unwonted emotion left him with no word to add.
"Just look at those flowers," she went on. "What a pity it is that we don't have them like that at home."
"It's a fitting place for Vergil to be buried in, isn't it?" Jack said. "I thought you would like it."
"It is a place I shall remember all my life," she replied. Her eyes met his as she spoke, and her glance fell with quick consciousness. Before he could speak, she added hurriedly, "Is this the tomb?"
"Yes," he answered, entirely undisturbed by any chilling scholastic doubts on the subject, "this is the tomb."