“The hotel is awful,” she said. “The last visitors had left their basins full of dirty water. There is always that,” she laughed.
“The people one meets ARE beastly,” Jacob said.
His excitement was clear enough.
“Write and tell me about it,” she said. “And tell me what you feel and what you think. Tell me everything.”
The night was dark. The Acropolis was a jagged mound.
“I should like to, awfully,” he said.
“When we get back to London, we shall meet…”
“Yes.”
“I suppose they leave the gates open?” he asked.
“We could climb them!” she answered wildly.
Obscuring the moon and altogether darkening the Acropolis the clouds passed from east to west. The clouds solidified; the vapours thickened; the trailing veils stayed and accumulated.
It was dark now over Athens, except for gauzy red
