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.