“Only good men could have built this place.”
“Good workmen, anyhow,” said her lover; “I think we have forgotten something.”
“Mon Dieu, something I should have bought?”
He gave a soft laugh.
“No, not that. This place reminds me of that house of yours.”
“Ours,” she corrected.
“Ours. You could put it here inside the cathedral. It’s part of the same stuff. I don’t want to live in a world of sky-scrapers.”
“What are sky-scrapers?”
“The buildings in New York, America. It’s a great age, but, good God, I’m satisfied with Beaucourt.”
“Always?”