She walked on; but instead of talking on the subject as directed, Charlotte and Somerset followed chatting on indifferent matters. They came to an inner court and found Paula standing there. She met Miss De Stancy with a smile. ‘Did you explain?’ she asked. ‘I have not explained yet.’ Paula seated herself on a stone bench, and Charlotte went on: ‘Miss Power thought of making a Greek court of this. But she will not tell you so herself, because it seems such dreadful anachronism. ‘I said I would not tell any architect myself,’ interposed Paula correctingly. ‘I did not then know that he would be Mr. Somerset.’ ‘It is rather startling,’ said Somerset. ‘A Greek colonnade all round, you said, Paula,’ continued her less reticent companion. ‘A peristyle you called it--you saw it in a book, don’t you remember?--and then you were going to have a fountain in the middle, and statues like those in the British Museum.’ ‘I did say so,’ remarked Paula, pulling the leaves from a young sycamore-tree that had sprung up between the joints of the paving. From the spot where they sat they could see over the roofs the upper part of the great tower wherein Somerset had met with his misadventure. The tower stood boldly up in the sun, and from one of the slits in the corner something white waved in the breeze. ‘What can that be?’ said Charlotte. ‘Is it the fluff of owls, or a handkerchief?’ ‘It is my handkerchief,’ Somerset answered. ‘I fixed it there with a stone to attract attention, and forgot to take it away.’ All three looked up at the handkerchief with interest. ‘Why did you want to attract attention?’ said Paula. ‘O, I fell into the turret; but I got out very easily.’ ‘O Paula,’ said Charlotte, turning to her friend, ‘that must be the place where the man fell in, years ago, and was starved to death!’ ‘Starved to death?’ said Paula. ‘They say so. O Mr. Somerset, what an escape!’ And Charlotte De Stancy walked away to a point from which she could get a better view of the treacherous turret. ‘Whom did you think to attract?’ asked Paula, after a pause. ‘I thought you might see it.’ ‘Me personally?’ And, blushing faintly, her eyes rested upon him. ‘I hoped for anybody. I thought of you,’ said Somerset. She did not continue. In a moment she arose and went across to Miss De Stancy. ‘Don’t YOU go falling down and becoming a skeleton,’ she said--Somerset overheard the words, though Paula was unaware of it--after which she clasped her fingers behind Charlotte’s neck, and smiled tenderly in her face. It seemed to be quite unconsciously done, and Somerset thought it a very beautiful action. Presently Paula returned to him and said, ‘Mr. Somerset, I think we have had enough architecture for to-day.’