“Specially for you.”
“Hidden in the folds of the green. Where are we going first?”
“To the ruins.”
He was carrying their lunch in a straw pannier slung over his shoulder.
“We’ll lunch in the house of Nero, and rest there.”
“That sounds rather dreadful, Dion.”
“Wait till you see it.”
“I can’t imagine that monster in Elis.”
“He was a very artistic monster, you remember.”
“Like some of the decadents in London. Why is it that those who hate moral beauty so often worship all the other beauties?”