Somerset, being by this time familiar with the general plan of the castle, took out his pencil and made a rough sketch. While he was doing it she rose, and coming to the back of his chair, bent over him in silence.
'Ah, I begin to see your conception,' she murmured; and the breath of her words fanned his ear. He finished the sketch, and held it up to her, saying-'I would suggest that you walk over the building with Mr. Havill and myself, and detail your ideas to us on each portion.'
'Is it necessary?'
'Clients mostly do it.'
'I will, then. But it is too late for me this evening. Please meet me to-morrow at ten.'