The quay was of marble, white and sparkling with a veining bright as gold.

The city was of marble, red and white.

The greater buildings that seemed to be temples and palaces were roofed with what looked like gold and silver, but most of the roofs were of copper that glowed golden-red on the houses on the hills among which the city stood, and shaded into marvellous tints of green and blue and purple where they had been touched by the salt sea spray and the fumes of the dyeing and smelting works of the lower town.
Broad and magnificent flights of marble stairs led up from the quay to a sort of terrace that seemed to run along for miles, and beyond rose the town built on a hill.
The learned gentleman drew a long breath.

'Wonderful!' he said, 'wonderful!' 'I say, Mr--what's your name,' said Robert.

'He means,' said Anthea, with gentle politeness, 'that we never can remember your name.