beautiful　in　its　decay。　　You；　Paula；　will　be　yourself　again；
  and　recover；　if　you　have　not　already；　from　the　warp　given　to
  your　mind　（according　to　Woodwell）　by　the　mediaevalism　of　that
  place。'
  'And　be　a　perfect　representative　of　〃the　modern　spirit〃？'　she
  inquired；　'representing　neither　the　senses　and　understanding；
  nor　the　heart　and　imagination；　but　what　a　finished　writer
  calls　〃the　imaginative　reason〃？'
  'Yes；　for　since　it　is　rather　in　your　line　you　may　as　well　keep
  straight　on。'
  'Very　well；　I'll　keep　straight　on；　and　we'll　build　a　new　house
  beside　the　ruin；　and　show　the　modern　spirit　for　evermore。　。　。
  。　　But；　George；　I　wish'　　And　Paula　repressed　a　sigh。
  'Well？'
  'I　wish　my　castle　wasn't　burnt；　and　I　wish　you　were　a　De
  Stancy！'
  End