Young prigs win Institute medals for a pretty design or two which, if anybody tried to build them, would fall down like a house of cards; then they get travelling studentships and what not, and then they start as architects of some new school or other, and think they are the masters of us experienced ones.' While Somerset was reflecting how far this statement was true, he heard the voice of Paula inquiring, 'Who can he be ?' Her eyes were bent on the window.

Looking out, Somerset saw in the mead beyond the dry ditch, Dare, with his photographic apparatus.
'He is the young gentleman who called about taking views of the castle,' said Charlotte.
'O yes--I remember; it is quite right.

He met me in the village and asked me to suggest him some views.

I thought him a respectable young fellow.' 'I think he is a Canadian,' said Somerset.
'No,' said Paula, 'he is from the East--at least he implied so to me.' 'There is Italian blood in him,' said Charlotte brightly.

'For he spoke to me with an Italian accent.