Surely Paula's voice had faltered, and she had turned to hide a tear?
She came back again.

'Did you know that my father made half the railways in Europe, including that one over there ?' she said, waving her little gloved hand in the direction whence low rumbles were occasionally heard during the day.
'Yes.' 'How did you know ?' 'Miss De Stancy told me a little; and I then found his name and doings were quite familiar to me.' Curiously enough, with his words there came through the broken windows the murmur of a train in the distance, sounding clearer and more clear.
It was nothing to listen to, yet they both listened; till the increasing noise suddenly broke off into dead silence.
'It has gone into the tunnel,' said Paula.

'Have you seen the tunnel my father made?
the curves are said to be a triumph of science.

There is nothing else like it in this part of England.' 'There is not: I have heard so.

But I have not seen it.' 'Do you think it a thing more to be proud of that one's father should have made a great tunnel and railway like that, than that one's remote ancestor should have built a great castle like this ?' What could Somerset say?
It would have required a casuist to decide whether his answer should depend upon his conviction, or upon the family ties of such a questioner.