after　which　Paula　looked　out　of　the　window　of　her　room；　and
  reflected　upon　the　events　of　the　day。　　A　tower　rising　into　the
  sky　quite　near　at　hand　showed　her　that　some　church　or　other
  stood　within　a　few　steps　of　the　hotel　archway；　and　saying
  nothing　to　Mrs。　Goodman；　she　quietly　cloaked　herself；　and　went
  out　towards　it；　apparently　with　the　view　of　disposing　of　a
  portion　of　a　dull　dispiriting　evening。　　The　church　was　open；
  and　on　entering　she　found　that　it　was　only　lighted　by　seven
  candles　burning　before　the　altar　of　a　chapel　on　the　south
  side；　the　mass　of　the　building　being　in　deep　shade。
  Motionless　outlines；　which　resolved　themselves　into　the　forms
  of　kneeling　women；　were　darkly　visible　among　the　chairs；　and
  in　the　triforium　above　the　arcades　there　was　one　hitherto
  unnoticed　radiance；　dim　as　that　of　a　glow…worm　in　the　grass。
  It　was　seemingly　the　effect　of　a　solitary　tallow…candle　behind
  the　masonry。
  A　priest　came　in；　unlocked　the　door　of　a　confessional　with　a
  click　which　sounded　in　the　silence；　and　entered　it；　a　woman
  followed；　disappeared　within　the　curtain　of　the　same；　emerging
  again　in　about　five　minutes；　followed　by　the　priest；　who
  locked　up　his　door　with　another　loud　click；　like　a　tradesman
  full　of　business；　and　came　down　the　aisle　to　go　out。　　In　the
  lobby　he　spoke　to　another　woman；　who　replied；　'Ah；　oui；
  Monsieur　l'Abbe！'
  Two　women　having　spoken　to　him；　there　could　be　no　harm　in　a
  third　doing　likewise。　　'Monsieur　l'Abbe；'　said　Paula　in
  French；　'could　you　indicate　to　me　the　stairs　of　the
  triforium？'　and　she　signified　her　reason　for　wishing　to　know
  by　pointing　to　the　glimmering　light　above。
  'Ah；　he　is　a　friend　of　yours；　the　Englishman？'　pleasantly　said
  the　priest；　recognizing　her　nationality；　and　taking　her　to　a
  little　door　he　conducted　her　up　a　stone　staircase；　at　the　top
  of　which　he　showed　her　the　long　blind　story　over　the　aisle
  arches　which　led　round　to　where　the　light　was。　　Cautioning　her
  not　to　stumble　over　the　uneven　floor；　he　left　her　and
  descended。　　His　words　had　signified　that　Somerset　was　here。
  It　was　a　gloomy　place　enough　that　she　found　herself　in；　but
  the　seven　candles　below　on　the　opposite　altar；　and　a　faint　sky
  light　from　the　clerestory；　lent　enough　rays　to　guide　her。
  Paula　walked　on　to　the　bend　of　the　apse：　　here　were　a　few
  chairs；　and　the　origin　of　the　light。
  This　was　a　candle　stuck　at　the　end　of　a　sharpened　stick；　the
  latter　entering　a　joint　in　the　stones。　　A　young　man　was
  sketching　by　the　glimmer。　　But　there　was　no　need　for　the　blush
  which　had　prepared　itself　beforehand；　the　young　man　was　Mr。
  Cockton；　Somerset's　youngest　draughtsman。
  Paula　could　have　cried　aloud　with　disappointment。　　Cockton
  recognized　Miss　Power；　and　appearing　much　surprised；　rose　from
  his　seat　with　a　bow；　and　said　hastily；　'Mr。　Somerset　left　to…
  day。'
  'I　did　not　ask　for　him；'　said　Paula。
  'No；　Miss　Power：　　but　I　thought'
  'Yes；　yesyou　know；　of　course；　that　he　has　been　my　architect。
  Well；　it　happens　that　I　should　like　to　see　him；　if　he　can　call
  on　me。　　Which　way　did　he　go？'
  'He's　gone　to　Etretat。'
  'What　for？　　There　are　no　abbeys　to　sketch　at　Etretat。'
  Cockton　looked　at　the　point　of　his　pencil；　and　with　a
  hesitating　motion　of　his　lip　answered；　'Mr。　Somerset　said　he
  was　tired。'
  'Of　what？'
  'He　said　he　was　sick　and　tired　of　holy　places；　and　would　go　to
  some　wicked　spot　or　other；　to　get　that　consolation　which
  holiness　could　not　give。　　But　he　only　said　it　casually　to
  Knowles；　and　perhaps　he　did　not　mean　it。'
  'Knowles　is　here　too？'
  'Yes；　Miss　Power；　and　Bowles。　　Mr。　Somerset　has　been　kind
  enough　to　give　us　a　chance　of　enlarging　our　knowledge　of
  French　Early…pointed；　and　pays　half　the　expenses。'
  Paula　said　a　few　other　things　to　the　young　man；　walked　slowly
  round　the　triforium　as　if　she　had　come　to　examine　it；　and
  returned　down　the　staircase。　　On　getting　back　to　the　hotel　she
  told　her　aunt；　who　had　just　been　having　a　nap；　that　next　day
  they　would　go　to　Etretat　for　a　change。
  'Why？　　There　are　no　old　churches　at　Etretat。'
  'No。　　But　I　am　sick　and　tired　of　holy　places；　and　want　to　go
  to　some　wicked　spot　or　other　to　find　that　consolation　which
  holiness　cannot　give。'
  'For　shame；　Paula！　　Now　I　know　what　it　is；　you　have　heard　that
  he's　gone　there！　　You　needn't　try　to　blind　me。'
  'I　don't　care　where　he's　gone！'　cried　Paula　petulantly。　　In　a
  moment；　however；　she　smiled　at　herself；　and　added；　'You　must
  take　that　for　what　it　is　worth。　　I　have　made　up　my　mind　to　let
  him　know　from　my　own　lips　how　the　misunderstanding　arose。
  That　done；　I　shall　leave　him；　and　probably　never　see　him
  again。　　My　conscience　will　be　clear。'
  The　next　day　they　took　the　steamboat　down　the　Orne；　intending
  to　reach　Etretat　by　way　of　Havre。　　Just　as　they　were　moving
  off　an　elderly　gentleman　under　a　large　white　sunshade；　and
  carrying　his　hat　in　his　hand；　was　seen　leisurely　walking　down
  the　wharf　at　some　distance；　but　obviously　making　for　the　boat。
  'A　gentleman！'　said　the　mate。
  'Who　is　he？'　said　the　captain。
  'An　English；'　said　Clementine。
  Nobody　knew　more；　but　as　leisure　was　the　order　of　the　day　the
  engines　were　stopped；　on　the　chance　of　his　being　a　passenger；
  and　all　eyes　were　bent　upon　him　in　conjecture。　　He　disappeared
  and　reappeared　from　behind　a　pile　of　merchandise　and
  approached　the　boat　at　an　easy　pace；　whereupon　the　gangway　was
  replaced；　and　he　came　on　board；　removing　his　hat　to　Paula；
  quietly　thanking　the　captain　for　stopping；　and　saying　to　Mrs。
  Goodman；　'I　am　nicely　in　time。'
  It　was　Mr。　Somerset　the　elder；　who　by　degrees　informed　our
  travellers；　as　sitting　on　their　camp…stools　they　advanced
  between　the　green　banks　bordered　by　elms；　that　he　was　going　to
  Etretat；　that　the　young　man　he　had　spoken　of　yesterday　had
  gone　to　that　romantic　watering…place　instead　of　studying　art
  at　Caen；　and　that　he　was　going　to　join　him　there。
  Paula　preserved　an　entire　silence　as　to　her　own　intentions；
  partly　from　natural　reticence；　and　partly；　as　it　appeared；
  from　the　difficulty　of　explaining　a　complication　which　was　not
  very　clear　to　herself。　　At　Havre　they　parted　from　Mr。
  Somerset；　and　did　not　see　him　again　till　they　were　driving
  over　the　hills　towards　Etretat　in　a　carriage　and　four；　when
  the　white　umbrella　became　visible　far　ahead　among　the　outside
  passengers　of　the　coach　to　the　same　place。　　In　a　short　time
  they　had　passed　and　cut　in　before　this　vehicle；　but　soon
  became　aware　that　their　carriage；　like　the　coach；　was　one　of　a
  straggling　procession　of　conveyances；　some　mile　and　a　half　in
  length；　all　bound　for　the　village　between　the　cliffs。
  In　descending　the　long　hill　shaded　by　lime…trees　which
  sheltered　their　place　of　destination；　this　procession　closed
  up；　and　they　perceived　that　all　the　visitors　and　native
  population　had　turned　out　to　welcome　them；　the　daily　arrival
  of　new　sojourners　at　this　hour　being　the　chief　excitement　of
  Etretat。　　The　coach　which　had　preceded　them　all　the　way；　at
  more　or　less　remoteness；　was　now　quite　close；　and　in　passing
  along　the　village　street　they　saw　Mr。　Somerset　wave　his　hand
  to　somebody　in　the　crowd　below。　　A　felt　hat　was　waved　in　the
  air　in　response；　the　coach　swept　into　the　inn…yard；　followed
  by　the　idlers；　and　all　disappeared。　　Paula's　face　was　crimson
  as　their　own　carriage　swept　round　in　the　opposite　direction　to
  the　rival　inn。
  Once　in　her　room　she　breathed　like　a　person　who　had　finished　a
  long　chase。　　They　did　not　go　down　before　dinner；　but　when　it
  was　almost　dark　Paula　begged　her　aunt　to　wrap　herself　up　and
  come　with　her　to　the　shore　hard　by。　　The　beach　was　deserted；
  everybody　being　at　the　Casino；　the　gate　stood　invitingly　open；
  and　they　went　in。　　Here　the　brilliantly　lit　terrace　was
  crowded　with　promenaders；　and　outside　the　yellow　palings；
  surmounted　by　its　row　of　lamps；　rose　the　voice　of　the
  invisible　sea。　　Groups　of　people　were　sitting　under　the
  verandah；　the　women　mostly　in　wraps；　for　the　air　was　growing
  chilly。　　Through　the　windows　at　their　back　an　animated　scene
  disclosed　itself　in　the　shape　of　a　room…full　of　waltzers；　the
  strains　of　the　band　striving　in　the　ear　for　mastery　over　the
  sounds　of　the　sea。　　The　dancers　came　round　a　couple　at　a　time；
  and　were　individually　visible　to　those　people　without　who
  chose　to　look　that　way；　which　was　what　Paula　did。
  'Come　away；　come　away！'　she　suddenly　said。　　'It　is　not　right
  for　us　to　be　here。'
  Her　exclamation　had　its　origin　in　what　she　had　at　that　moment
  seen　within；　the　spectacle　of　Mr。　George　Somerset　whirling
  round　the　room　with　a　young　lady　of　uncertain　nationality　but
  pleasing　figure。　　Paula　was　not　accustomed　to　show　the　white
  feather　too　clearly；　but　she　soon　had　passed　out　through　those
  yellow　gates　and　retreated；　till　the　mixed　music　of　sea　and
  band　had　resolved　into　that　of　the　sea　alone。
  'Well！'　said　her　aunt；　half　in　soliloquy；　'do　you　know　who　I
  saw　dancing　there；　Paula？　　Our　Mr。　Somerset；　if　I　don't　make　a
  great　mistake！'
  'It　was　likely　enough　that　you　did；'　sedately　replied　her
  niece。　　'He　left　Caen　with　the　intention　of　seeking
  distractions　of　a　lighter　kind　than　those　furnished　by　art；
  and　he　has　merely　succeeded　in　finding　them。　　But　he　has　made
  my　duty　rather　a　difficult　one。　　Still；　it　was　my