Perhaps he saw you, and wouldn't stay.' A momentary dismay crossed her face, but it passed, and she answered, 'Aunt, that's nonsense.

I know him well enough, and can assure you that if he had only known I was running after him, he would have looked round sharply enough, and would have given his little finger rather than have missed me! I don't make myself so silly as to run after a gentleman without good grounds, for I know well that it is an undignified thing to do.

Indeed, I could never have thought of doing it, if I had not been so miserably in the wrong!' II.
That evening when the sun was dropping out of sight they started for the city of Somerset's pilgrimage.

Paula seated herself with her face toward the western sky, watching from her window the broad red horizon, across which moved thin poplars lopped to human shapes, like the walking forms in Nebuchadnezzar's furnace.

It was dark when the travellers drove into Caen.
She still persisted in her wish to casually encounter Somerset in some aisle, lady-chapel, or crypt to which he might have betaken himself to copy and learn the secret of the great artists who had erected those nooks.