'For I lived in Markton for thirty years ending three months ago, and he was never heard of in my time.' 'He is something like you, Charlotte,' said Paula, smiling playfully on her companion.
All the men looked at Charlotte, on whose face a delicate nervous blush thereupon made its appearance.
''Pon my word there is a likeness, now I think of it,' said Havill.
Paula bent down to Charlotte and whispered: 'Forgive my rudeness, dear.
He is not a nice enough person to be like you.

He is really more like one or other of the old pictures about the house.

I forget which, and really it does not matter.' 'People's features fall naturally into groups and classes,' remarked Somerset.

'To an observant person they often repeat themselves; though to a careless eye they seem infinite in their differences.' The conversation flagged, and they idly observed the figure of the cosmopolite Dare as he walked round his instrument in the mead and busied himself with an arrangement of curtains and lenses, occasionally withdrawing a few steps, and looking contemplatively at the towers and walls.
IX.
Somerset returned to the top of the great tower with a vague consciousness that he was going to do something up there--perhaps sketch a general plan of the structure.

But he began to discern that this Stancy-Castle episode in his studies of Gothic architecture might be less useful than ornamental to him as a professional man, though it was too agreeable to be abandoned.