But there was no need for the blush which had prepared itself beforehand; the young man was Mr.Cockton, Somerset's youngest draughtsman.
Paula could have cried aloud with disappointment.

Cockton recognized Miss Power, and appearing much surprised, rose from his seat with a bow, and said hastily, 'Mr.Somerset left to-day.' 'I did not ask for him,' said Paula.
'No, Miss Power: but I thought--' 'Yes, yes--you know, of course, that he has been my architect.

Well, it happens that I should like to see him, if he can call on me.

Which way did he go ?' 'He's gone to Etretat.' 'What for?
There are no abbeys to sketch at Etretat.' Cockton looked at the point of his pencil, and with a hesitating motion of his lip answered, 'Mr.Somerset said he was tired.' 'Of what ?' 'He said he was sick and tired of holy places, and would go to some wicked spot or other, to get that consolation which holiness could not give.

But he only said it casually to Knowles, and perhaps he did not mean it.' 'Knowles is here too ?' 'Yes, Miss Power, and Bowles.