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Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 1866-1946

"Secret Places of the Heart"


It's still large enough, mentally and materially, to build all sorts of
things.... Over here, the sites are frightfully crowded...."
"And what do you think we are building now? And what do you think you
are building over here?"
"What are we building now? I believe we have almost grown up. I believe
it is time we began to build in earnest. For good...."
"But are we building anything at all?"
"A new world."
"Show it me," she said.
"We're still only at the foundations," said Sir Richmond. "Nothing shows
as yet."
"I wish I could believe they were foundations."
"But can you doubt we are scrapping the old?..."
It was too late in the afternoon to go into the cathedral, so they
strolled to and fro round and about the west end and along the path
under the trees towards the river, exchanging their ideas very frankly
and freely about the things that had recently happened to the world and
what they thought they ought to be doing in it.
Section 5
After dinner our four tourists sat late and talked in a corner of the
smoking-room. The two ladies had vanished hastily at the first dinner
gong and reappeared at the second, mysteriously and pleasantly changed
from tweedy pedestrians to indoor company. They were quietly but
definitely dressed, pretty alterations had happened to their coiffure, a
silver band and deep red stones lit the dusk of Miss Grammont's hair
and a necklace of the same colourings kept the peace between her jolly
sun-burnt cheek and her soft untanned neck.


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