Chapter 10
At ten o’clock they met in the same room, Paula appearing in a straw hat having a bent-up brim lined with plaited silk, so that it surrounded her forehead like a nimbus; and Somerset armed with sketch-book, measuring-rod, and other apparatus of his craft.
‘And Mr. Havill?’ said the young man.
‘I have not decided to employ him: if I do he shall go round with me independently of you,’ she replied rather brusquely.
Somerset was by no means sorry to hear this. His duty to Havill was done.
‘And now,’ she said, as they walked on together through the passages, ‘I must tell you that I am not a mediaevalist myself; and perhaps that’s a pity.’
‘What are you?’
‘I am Greek—that’s why I don’t wish to influence your design.’
Somerset, as they proceeded, pointed out where roofs had bee
