‘Will your own feeling for the genius of the place allow you?’
‘I am not a mediaevalist: I am an eclectic.’
‘You don’t dislike your own house on that account.’
‘I did at first—I don’t so much now.... I should love it, and adore every stone, and think feudalism the only true romance of life, if—’
‘What?’
‘If I were a De Stancy, and the castle the long home of my forefathers.’
Somerset was a little surprised at the avowal: the minister’s words on the effects of her new environment recurred to his mind. ‘Miss De Stancy doesn’t think so,’ he said. ‘She cares nothing about those things.’
Paula now turned to him: hitherto her remarks had been sparingly spoken, her eyes being directed elsewhere: ‘Yes, that is very strange, is it not?’ she said. ‘But it is owing to the joyous freshness of her nature which precludes her from dwelling on the past—indeed, the past is no more to her than it is to a sparrow or robin. She is scarcely an instance of the wearing out of old families, for a younger mental constitution than hers I never knew.’
‘Unless that very simplicity represents the second childhood of her line, rather than her own exclusive character.’
Paula shook her head. ‘In spite of the Greek court, she is more Greek than I.’