‘Ah! they have gone, have they?’
‘Yes, castle and furniture went together: it was long ago—long before I was born. It doesn’t seem to me as if the place ever belonged to a relative of mine.’
Somerset corrected his smiling manner to one of solicitude.
‘But you live here, Miss De Stancy?’
‘Yes—a great deal now; though sometimes I go home to sleep.’
‘This is home to you, and not home?’
‘I live here with Paula—my friend: I have not been here long, neither has she. For the first six months after her father’s death she did not come here at all.’
They walked on, gazing at the walls, till the young man said: ‘I fear I may be making some mistake: but I am sure you will pardon my inquisitiveness this once. WHO is Paula?’
‘Ah, you don’t know! Of course you don’t—local changes don’t get talked of far away. She is the owner of this castle and estate. My father sold it when he was quite a young man, years before I was born, and not long after his father’s death. It was purchased by a man named Wilkins, a rich man who became blind soon after he had bought it, and never lived here; so it was left uncared for.’
She went out upon the terrace; and without exactly knowing why, Somerset followed.