Chapter FourHaving eaten a delicious luncheon, Imeldra looked about her.
She thought that the Temple was like no building that she had ever seen before.
Inside it was partly circular Grecian in style, partly Muslim with stone filigree windows that let in the sunlight to make strange patterns on the marble floor.
There was a raised dais, again circular, and on the centre was a statue of Pan dancing as he played his reed pipes.
Imeldra and the Marquis were sitting by the plinth of the statue with their picnic basket in front of them. Through the open door there was an exquisite view stretching out over the green valley.
It was so unusual and at the same time so romantic that Imeldra felt as if she had stepped into another world and there was strange music playing all around them.
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