Then he had gone out of the house to walk alone in Central Park.
He forced himself when he returned not to grieve for Elvin. No one who loved him could want him to go on living with his illness destroying him, making every breath he drew difficult and laboured.
And Wynstan knew too, although he could never speak of it to anyone, that Elvin was not dead.
Now as he reached the Temple Wynstan thought how Elvin would have loved the beauty of the moonlight and the statue of Aphrodite.
She seemed almost to be alive as she stood there on her pedestal with the lilies at her feet and her head turned to look out over the sea below.
Wynstan found himself remembering how when he had come up to the Temple on his arrival, Larina had been standing in much the same pose, her head turned away from him
