Somerset was now in haste to go back to the lady, to ease her apparent anxiety as to the result of his mission, and also because time seemed heavy in the loss of her discreet voice and soft, buoyant look. Every moment of delay began to be as two. But the minister was too earnest in his converse to see his companion"s haste, and it was not till perception was forced upon him by the actual retreat of Somerset that he remembered time to be a limited commodity. He then expressed his wish to see Somerset at his house to tea any afternoon he could spare, and receiving the other"s promise to call as soon as he could, allowed the younger man to set out for the summer-house, which he did at a smart pace. When he reached it he looked around, and found she was gone.
Somerset was immediately struck by his own lack of social dexterity. Why did he act so readily on the whimsical suggestion of another person, and follow the minister, when he might have said that he would call on Mr. Woodwell to-morrow, and, making himself known to Miss Power as the visiting architect of whom she had heard from Miss De Stancy, have had the pleasure of attending her to the castle? "That"s what any other man would have had wit enough to do!" he said.
There then arose the question whether her despatching him after the minister was such an admirable act of good-nature to a good man as it had at first seemed to be. Perhaps it was simply a manoeuvre for getting rid of himself; and he remembered his doubt whether a certain light in her eyes when she inquired concerning his sincerity were innocent earnestness or the reverse. As the possibility of levity crossed his brain, his face warmed; it pained him to think that a woman so interesting could condescend to a trick of even so mild a complexion as that. He wanted to think her the soul of all that was tender, and n.o.ble, and kind. The pleasure of setting himself to win a minister"s goodwill was a little tarnished now.
VIII.
That evening Somerset was so preoccupied with these things that he left all his sketching implements out-of-doors in the castle grounds. The next morning he hastened thither to secure them from being stolen or spoiled. Meanwhile he was hoping to have an opportunity of rectifying Paula"s mistake about his personality, which, having served a very good purpose in introducing them to a mutual conversation, might possibly be made just as agreeable as a thing to be explained away.
He fetched his drawing instruments, rods, sketching-blocks and other articles from the field where they had lain, and was pa.s.sing under the walls with them in his hands, when there emerged from the outer archway an open landau, drawn by a pair of black horses of fine action and obviously strong pedigree, in which Paula was seated, under the shade of a white parasol with black and white ribbons fluttering on the summit.
The morning sun sparkled on the equipage, its newness being made all the more noticeable by the ragged old arch behind.
She bowed to Somerset in a way which might have been meant to express that she had discovered her mistake; but there was no embarra.s.sment in her manner, and the carriage bore her away without her making any sign for checking it. He had not been walking towards the castle entrance, and she could not be supposed to know that it was his intention to enter that day.
She had looked such a bud of youth and promise that his disappointment at her departure showed itself in his face as he observed her. However, he went on his way, entered a turret, ascended to the leads of the great tower, and stepped out.
From this elevated position he could still see the carriage and the white surface of Paula"s parasol in the glowing sun. While he watched the landau stopped, and in a few moments the horses were turned, the wheels and the panels flashed, and the carriage came bowling along towards the castle again.
Somerset descended the stone stairs. Before he had quite got to the bottom he saw Miss De Stancy standing in the outer hall.
"When did you come, Mr. Somerset?" she gaily said, looking up surprised.
"How industrious you are to be at work so regularly every day! We didn"t think you would be here to-day: Paula has gone to a vegetable show at Markton, and I am going to join her there soon."
"O! gone to a vegetable show. But I think she has altered her--"
At this moment the noise of the carriage was heard in the ward, and after a few seconds Miss Power came in--Somerset being invisible from the door where she stood.
"O Paula, what has brought you back?" said Miss De Stancy.
"I have forgotten something."
"Mr. Somerset is here. Will you not speak to him?"
Somerset came forward, and Miss De Stancy presented him to her friend.
Mr. Somerset acknowledged the pleasure by a respectful inclination of his person, and said some words about the meeting yesterday.
"Yes," said Miss Power, with a serene deliberateness quite noteworthy in a girl of her age; "I have seen it all since. I was mistaken about you, was I not? Mr. Somerset, I am glad to welcome you here, both as a friend of Miss De Stancy"s family, and as the son of your father--which is indeed quite a sufficient introduction anywhere."
"You have two pictures painted by Mr. Somerset"s father, have you not?
I have already told him about them," said Miss De Stancy. "Perhaps Mr.
Somerset would like to see them if they are unpacked?"
As Somerset had from his infancy suffered from a plethora of those productions, excellent as they were, he did not reply quite so eagerly as Miss De Stancy seemed to expect to her kind suggestion, and Paula remarked to him, "You will stay to lunch? Do order it at your own time, if our hour should not be convenient."
Her voice was a voice of low note, in quality that of a flute at the grave end of its gamut. If she sang, she was a pure contralto unmistakably.
"I am making use of the permission you have been good enough to grant me--of sketching what is valuable within these walls."
"Yes, of course, I am willing for anybody to come. People hold these places in trust for the nation, in one sense. You lift your hands, Charlotte; I see I have not convinced you on that point yet."
Miss De Stancy laughed, and said something to no purpose.
Somehow Miss Power seemed not only more woman than Miss De Stancy, but more woman than Somerset was man; and yet in years she was inferior to both. Though becomingly girlish and modest, she appeared to possess a good deal of composure, which was well expressed by the shaded light of her eyes.
"You have then met Mr. Somerset before?" said Charlotte.
"He was kind enough to deliver an address in my defence yesterday. I suppose I seemed quite unable to defend myself."
"O no!" said he. When a few more words had pa.s.sed she turned to Miss De Stancy and spoke of some domestic matter, upon which Somerset withdrew, Paula accompanying his exit with a remark that she hoped to see him again a little later in the day.
Somerset retired to the chambers of antique lumber, keeping an eye upon the windows to see if she re-entered the carriage and resumed her journey to Markton. But when the horses had been standing a long time the carriage was driven round to the stables. Then she was not going to the vegetable show. That was rather curious, seeing that she had only come back for something forgotten.
These queries and thoughts occupied the mind of Somerset until the bell was rung for luncheon. Owing to the very dusty condition in which he found himself after his morning"s labours among the old carvings he was rather late in getting downstairs, and seeing that the rest had gone in he went straight to the dining-hall.
The population of the castle had increased in his absence. There were a.s.sembled Paula and her friend Charlotte; a bearded man some years older than himself, with a cold grey eye, who was cursorily introduced to him in sitting down as Mr. Havill, an architect of Markton; also an elderly lady of dignified aspect, in a black satin dress, of which she apparently had a very high opinion. This lady, who seemed to be a mere dummy in the establishment, was, as he now learnt, Mrs. Goodman by name, a widow of a recently deceased gentleman, and aunt to Paula--the identical aunt who had smuggled Paula into a church in her helpless infancy, and had her christened without her parents" knowledge. Having been left in narrow circ.u.mstances by her husband, she was at present living with Miss Power as chaperon and adviser on practical matters--in a word, as ballast to the management. Beyond her Somerset discerned his new acquaintance Mr. Woodwell, who on sight of Somerset was for hastening up to him and performing a laboured shaking of hands in earnest recognition.
Paula had just come in from the garden, and was carelessly laying down her large shady hat as he entered. Her dress, a figured material in black and white, was short, allowing her feet to appear. There was something in her look, and in the style of her corsage, which reminded him of several of the bygone beauties in the gallery. The thought for a moment crossed his mind that she might have been imitating one of them.
"Fine old screen, sir!" said Mr. Havill, in a long-drawn voice across the table when they were seated, pointing in the direction of the traceried oak division between the dining-hall and a vestibule at the end. "As good a piece of fourteenth-century work as you shall see in this part of the country."
"You mean fifteenth century, of course?" said Somerset.
Havill was silent. "You are one of the profession, perhaps?" asked the latter, after a while.
"You mean that I am an architect?" said Somerset. "Yes."
"Ah--one of my own honoured vocation." Havill"s face had been not unpleasant until this moment, when he smiled; whereupon there instantly gleamed over him a phase of meanness, remaining until the smile died away.
Havill continued, with slow watchfulness:--
"What enormous sacrileges are committed by the builders every day, I observe! I was driving yesterday to Toneborough where I am erecting a town-hall, and pa.s.sing through a village on my way I saw the workmen pulling down a chancel-wall in which they found imbedded a unique specimen of Perpendicular work--a capital from some old arcade--the mouldings wonderfully undercut. They were smashing it up as filling-in for the new wall."
"It must have been unique," said Somerset, in the too-readily controversial tone of the educated young man who has yet to learn diplomacy. "I have never seen much undercutting in Perpendicular stone-work; nor anybody else, I think."
"O yes--lots of it!" said Mr. Havill, nettled.
Paula looked from one to the other. "Which am I to take as guide?" she asked. "Are Perpendicular capitals undercut, as you call it, Mr. Havill, or no?"
"It depends upon circ.u.mstances," said Mr. Havill.
But Somerset had answered at the same time: "There is seldom or never any marked undercutting in moulded work later than the middle of the fourteenth century."
Havill looked keenly at Somerset for a time: then he turned to Paula: "As regards that fine Saxon vaulting you did me the honour to consult me about the other day, I should advise taking out some of the old stones and reinstating new ones exactly like them."
"But the new ones won"t be Saxon," said Paula. "And then in time to come, when I have pa.s.sed away, and those stones have become stained like the rest, people will be deceived. I should prefer an honest patch to any such make-believe of Saxon relics."