"And tell me what you feel and what you think.

Tell me everything." The night was dark.

The Acropolis was a jagged mound.
"I should like to, awfully," he said.
"When we get back to London, we shall meet..." "Yes." "I suppose they leave the gates open ?" he asked.
"We could climb them!" she answered wildly.
Obscuring the moon and altogether darkening the Acropolis the clouds passed from east to west.

The clouds solidified; the vapours thickened; the trailing veils stayed and accumulated.
It was dark now over Athens, except for gauzy red streaks where the streets ran; and the front of the Palace was cadaverous from electric light.

At sea the piers stood out, marked by separate dots; the waves being invisible, and promontories and islands were dark humps with a few lights.
"I'd love to bring my brother, if I may," Jacob murmured.
"And then when your mother comes to London--," said Sandra.
The mainland of Greece was dark; and somewhere off Euboea a cloud must have touched the waves and spattered them--the dolphins circling deeper and deeper into the sea.