On her way to Bournemouth next day, to see Mirko, Zara met Mimo in the British Museum.

They walked along the galleries on the ground floor until they found a bench near the mausoleum of Halicarnassus.

To look at it gave them both infinite pleasure; they knew so well the masterpieces of all the old Greeks.

Mimo, it seemed, had been down to see his son ten days before.

They had met secretly.