crowded little car, overcrowded so far as the
dicky went, over the crest of the Down and down into Amesbury and on
to Salisbury, stopping to alight and stretch the legs of the party when
they came in sight of Old Sarum.

"Certainly they can do with a little stretching," said Dr. Martineau
grimly.

This charming young woman had seized upon the imagination of Sir
Richmond to the temporary exclusion of all other considerations. The
long Downland gradients, quivering very slightly with the vibration of
the road, came swiftly and easily to meet and pass the throbbing little
car as he sat beside her and talked to her. He fell into that expository
manner which comes so easily to the native entertaining the visitor from
abroad.

"In England, it seems to me there are four main phases of history. Four.
Avebury, which I would love to take you to see to-morrow. Stonehenge.
Old Sarum, which we shall see in a moment as a great grassy mound on our
right as we come over one of these crests. Each of them represents
about a thousand years. Old Sarum was Keltic; it, saw the Romans and the
Saxons through, and for a time it was a Norman city. Now it is pasture
for sheep. Latest as yet is Salisbury,--English, real English. It may
last a few centuries still. It is little more than seven hundred years
old. But when I think of those great hangars back there by Stonehenge,
I feel that the next phase is already beginning. Of a world one will
fly to the ends of, in a week or so. Our world still. Our people, your
people and mine, who are going to take wing so soon now, were made in
all these places. We are visiting the old homes. I am glad I came back
to it just when you were doing the same thing."

"I'm lucky to have found a sympathetic fellow traveller," she said;
"with a car."

"You're the first American I've ever met whose interest in history
didn't seem--" He sought for an inoffensive word.

"Silly? Oh! I admit it. It's true of a lot of us. Most of us. We come
over to Europe as if it hadn't anything to do with us except to supply
us with old pictures and curios generally. We come sight-seeing. It's
romantic. It's picturesque. We stare at the natives--like visitors at
a Zoo. We don't realize that we belong.... I know our style.... But we
aren't all like that. Some of us are learning a bit better than that.
We have one or two teachers over there to lighten our darkness. There's
Professor Breasted for instance. He comes sometimes to my fat