‘Which one?’ said Chantale.
‘The one that began with Lockhart.’
‘A circle finishes where it starts,’ observed another cabezudo.
‘With Lockhart?’ said Chantale.
‘Who else?’
‘But if you are going to square the circle, you will have to do it soon,’ said the first cabezudo.
‘Before next week,’ said the second cabezudo. ‘Because otherwise you’ll have to go out to Algeria to do it.’
‘For the first time since I have known you,’ said Seymour, ‘you are behind the times. The circle has already been squared.’
The cabezudos cantered away and then stopped and conferred. Then they came back.
‘Congratulations!’ they said, and bowed.
‘And now we are in another circle,’ said Chantale. ‘It is an old circle and a private one.’
‘And are you going to square it?’
Chantale looked at Seymour, and Seymour looked at Chantale.
‘We think so.’
‘Ah!’
The cabezudos danced away and then came back.
‘Congratulations!’ they said.