"It is nearer the beginnings of things than
London or Paris."
"And nearer to us," said Sir Richmond.
"I call that just--paradoxical," said the shorter lady, who appeared to
be called Belinda.
"Not paradoxical," Dr. Martineau contradicted gently. "Life is always
beginning again. And this is a time of fresh beginnings."
"Now that's after V.V.'s own heart," cried the stout lady in grey.
"She'll agree to all that. She's been saying it right across Europe.
Rome, Paris, London; they're simply just done. They don't signify any
more. They've got to be cleared away."
"You let me tell my own opinions, Belinda," said the young lady who was
called V.V. "I said that if people went on building with fluted pillars
and Corinthian capitals for two thousand years, it was time they were
cleared up and taken away."
"Corinthian capitals?" Sir Richmond considered it and laughed
cheerfully. "I suppose Europe does rather overdo that sort of thing."
"The way she went on about the Victor Emmanuele Monument!" said the
lady who answered to the name of Belinda. "It gave me cold shivers to
think that those Italian officers might understand English."
The lady who was called V.V. smiled as if she smiled at herself, and
explained herself to Sir Richmond.
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