But on going towards the east end they perceived a bald gentleman close to the screen, looking to the right and to the left as if much perplexed.

Paula merely glanced over him, his back being toward her, and turning to her aunt said softly, 'I wonder how we get into the choir ?' 'That's just what I am wondering,' said the old gentleman, abruptly facing round, and Paula discovered that the countenance was not unfamiliar to her eye.

Since knowing Somerset she had added to her gallery of celebrities a photograph of his father, the Academician, and he it was now who confronted her.
For the moment embarrassment, due to complicated feelings, brought a slight blush to her cheek, but being well aware that he did not know her, she answered, coolly enough, 'I suppose we must ask some one.' 'And we certainly would if there were any one to ask,' he said, still looking eastward, and not much at her.

'I have been here a long time, but nobody comes.

Not that I want to get in on my own account; for though it is thirty years since I last set foot in this place, I remember it as if it were but yesterday.' 'Indeed.