Poor old Bonamy! No; there was something queer about it.

He could not write to Bonamy.
"I shall go to Athens all the same," he resolved, looking very set, with this hook dragging in his side.
The Williamses had already been to Athens.
Athens is still quite capable of striking a young man as the oddest combination, the most incongruous assortment.

Now it is suburban; now immortal.

Now cheap continental jewellery is laid upon plush trays.

Now the stately woman stands naked, save for a wave of drapery above the knee.