“For a little while.”
A sudden happy idea had come to him. A shadow had fallen over her for a moment. He wanted to drive it away, to set her again in the full sunshine for which she was born, and in which, if he could have his will, she should always dwell.
“You wanted to take me away somewhere.”
“Yes. You must see a little more of Greece before we go home. Say your ‘farewell,’ Rosamund.”
She did not know what was in his mind, but she obeyed him, and, looking up at the great marble columns, glowing with honey-color and gold in the afternoon light, she murmured:
“Farewell.”
On the following day they left Athens and set out on the journey to Olympia.