'Did you explain ?' she asked.
'I have not explained yet.' Paula seated herself on a stone bench, and Charlotte went on: 'Miss Power thought of making a Greek court of this.
But she will not tell you so herself, because it seems such dreadful anachronism.
'I said I would not tell any architect myself,' interposed Paula correctingly.

'I did not then know that he would be Mr.Somerset.' 'It is rather startling,' said Somerset.
'A Greek colonnade all round, you said, Paula,' continued her less reticent companion.

'A peristyle you called it--you saw it in a book, don't you remember ?--and then you were going to have a fountain in the middle, and statues like those in the British Museum.' 'I did say so,' remarked Paula, pulling the leaves from a young sycamore-tree that had sprung up between the joints of the paving.
From the spot where they sat they could see over the roofs the upper part of the great tower wherein Somerset had met with his misadventure.
The tower stood boldly up in the sun, and from one of the slits in the corner something white waved in the breeze.
'What can that be ?' said Charlotte.

'Is it the fluff of owls, or a handkerchief ?' 'It is my handkerchief,' Somerset answered.

'I fixed it there with a stone to attract attention, and forgot to take it away.' All three looked up at the handkerchief with interest.