'What is there to see ?' 'It's the place, you know, where great men have been buried for hundreds of years.

I should like, if I could, to spend a little time there every day.' 'Can you see the graves ?' Thyrza asked.
'Yes, many.

And on the stones you read who they were that lie there.
There are the graves of kings, and of men much greater than kings.' 'Greater than kings! Who were they, Mr.Grail ?' She had rested her elbow on the arm of the chair, and her fingers just touched her chin.

She regarded him with a gaze of deep curiosity.
'Men who wrote books,' he answered, with a slight smile.
Thyrza dropped her eyes.

In her thought of books it had never occurred to her that any special interest could attach to the people who wrote them; indeed, she had perhaps never asked herself how printed matter came into existence.