The identity of the lady whom he had seen on the tower and afterwards heard singing was established the next day.
'I have been thinking,' said Miss Power, on meeting him, 'that you may require a studio on the premises. If so, the room I showed you yesterday is at your service. If I employ Mr. Havill to compete with you I will offer him a similar one.'
Somerset did not decline; and she added, 'In the same room you will find the handkerchief that was left on the tower.'
'Ah, I saw that it was gone. Somebody brought it down?'
'I did,' she shyly remarked, looking up for a second under her shady hat-brim.
'I am much obliged to you.'
'O no. I went up last night to see where the accident happened, and there I found it. When you came up were you in search of it, or did you want me?'
'Then she saw me,' he thought. 'I went for the handkerchief only; I was not aware that you were there,' he answered simply. And he involuntarily sighed.
It was very soft, but she might have heard him, for there was interest in her voice as she continued, 'Did you see me before you went back?'
'I did not know it was you; I saw that some lady was there, and I would not disturb her. I wondered all the evening if it were you.'
Paula hastened to explain: 'We understood that you would stay to dinner, and as you did not come in we wondered where you were. That made me think of your accident, and after dinner I went up to the place where it happened.'
Somerset almost wished she had not explained so lucidly.
And now followed the piquant days to which his position as her architect, or, at worst, as one of her two architects, naturally led. His anticipations were for once surpassed by the reality. Perhaps Somerset's inherent unfitness for a professional life under ordinary circumstances was only proved by his great zest for it now. Had he been in regular practice, with numerous other clients, instead of having merely made a start with this one, he would have totally neglected their business in his exclusive attention to Paula's.
The idea of a competition between Somerset and Havill had been highly approved by Paula's solicitor, but she would not assent to it as yet, seeming quite vexed that Somerset should not have taken the good the gods provided without questioning her justice to Havill. The room she had offered him was prepared as a studio. Drawing-boards and Whatman's paper were sent for, and in a few days Somerset began serious labour. His first requirement was a clerk or two, to do the drudgery of measuring and figuring; but for the present he preferred to sketch alone. Sometimes, in measuring the outworks of the castle, he ran against Havill strolling about with no apparent object, who bestowed on him an envious nod, and passed by.