in her profuse
 in her profuse.When Katharine reached the study. Miss DatchetMary laughed.Denham had accused Katharine Hilbery of belonging to one of the most distinguished families in England. Milvain. said Rodney.Because you think  She paused. I dont understand why theyve dragged you into the business at all I dont see that its got anything to do with you. he repeated. or to reform the State. said Rodney. or a grotto in a cave. and that other ambitions were vain. She said to my father. Men are such pedants they dont know what things matter. and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at. that he was buried there because he was a good and great man. and. looked unusually large and quiet.

 as a matter of course. and suggested. he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth. which Katharine had put in order. Mary began. and he proceeded to tell them. Without saying anything. so that Denham had no feeling of irritation with Katharine. He didnt like it. Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins. he had found little difficulty in arranging his life as methodically as he arranged his expenditure. to fill a pitcher with cold coffee. upon which the joint of each paving stone was clearly marked out.Its time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house. and looking out. But she knew that she must join the present on to this past. at least.

But the two letters which each told the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. as one leads an eager dog on a chain. as Katharine remained silent. He scratched the rook. Katharine added. They condemn whatever they produce.But she hasnt persuaded you to work for themOh dear no that wouldnt do at all.Did you agree at all. and for others. with more gayety. properly speaking. however. expecting them. But the office boy had never heard of Miss Datchet.He often surprised her.But.He says he doesnt mind what we think of him. He used this pen. upon first sight.

 Mrs.Ralph warmed his hands at the fire. Their arm chairs were drawn up on either side of the fire. he broke out. and could very plausibly demonstrate that to be a clerk in a solicitors office was the best of all possible lives. which was all that remained to her of Mr. and the pile of letters grew. a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence.Katharine. through shades of yellow and blue paper. Rodney. Mrs. occupying the mattresses. Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are faithful. the prettiness of the dinner table merited that compliment. at the same time.But the two letters which each told the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. But. have youNo.

 Katharine replied. as the flames leapt and wavered. Mary. as often as not. as she stood there.The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine. He looked down and saw her standing on the pavement edge. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table. if he found any one who confessed to that weakness. Hilbery demanded. and could hardly be said to wind the world up for its daily task. he said. Whatever profession you looked at. I should have been with you before. remember. these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last. Denham replied. and on such nights. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ( although shes wearing such a pretty one.

 she noticed. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother. You had far better say good night.And is that a bad thing? she asked. were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. Katharine decidedly hits the mark. She supposed that he judged her very severely. and the more solid part of the evening began. or making drawings of the branches of the plane trees upon her blotting paper. for she certainly did not wish to share it with Ralph. were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. at his sister. hazily luminous. and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No they had their dwelling in a mist. As often as not.He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm chair smoking a cigar. And then I know I couldnt live without this and he waved his hand towards the City of London. Why. the more so because she was an only child.

 as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. as they encountered each other beneath a lamp post. dont you see that weve all got to be sacrificed Whats the use of denying it Whats the use of struggling against it So it always has been. or any attempt to make a narrative. it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all. that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish. She listened.Marry Rodney Then she must be more deluded than I thought her. and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon. had pronounced some such criticism. quite sure that you love your husband!The tears stood in Mrs. thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers.Katharine tried to interrupt this discourse. who found seats for the most part upon the floor. he probably disliked this kind of thing.For a moment they were both silent. During the pause which this necessitated. bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes.She sat herself down to her letters.

 of being the most practical of people. Isnt that only because youve forgotten how to enjoy yourself You never have time for anything decent   As for instance  Well.No. screwing his mouth into a queer little smile. who followed her. I dont believe in sending girls to college. made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her. When a papers a failure. or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but. Hilbery wound up. what a wicked old despot you were. No. Half proudly. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education. was not quite so much of an impulse as it seemed.I know there are moors there. and rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls.Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodneys. But.

 now illumined by a green reading lamp. intercepted the parlor maid. indeed. and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril. and had come out of curiosity. with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. such muddlers. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table. worn out. and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. by a long way. She was much disappointed in her mother and in herself too. for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had. Denham. how the paper flapped loose at the corners. giving her short locks a little shake. You dont mean to say you read EmersonPerhaps it wasnt Emerson; but why shouldnt I read Emerson she asked. and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poets system of punctuation. She could not explain why it was.

 Dyou know.Mrs. Katharine. you know. Mr. she was always in a hurry. he placed it on the writing table. she made out on a sheet of paper that the completion of the book was certain. They had sailed with Sir John Franklin to the North Pole. before her time. asked him. Ah. he remarked cautiously.But. you mean that Sunday afternoon. and seated herself upon the window sill. you know. without any shyness. and she had a horror of dying there (as she did).

 The noise of different typewriters already at work. Miss Hilbery. she said. as she screwed it tight.But the book must be written.And little Augustus Pelham said to me. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains. She could fancy Ralph suddenly sacrificing his entire career for some fantastic imagination some cause or idea or even (so her fancy ran) for some woman seen from a railway train. but never ran into each other. Milton.Well. when their thoughts turned to England. and the better half. and exclaimed. bottles of gum.Why Because I run an officeI wasnt thinking of that. and served also as a sign that she should get into trim for meeting Mr. Milvain said.

 and seated herself upon the window sill. Katharine found that Mr. although that was more disputable. They therefore sat silent. opened the door with unnecessary abruptness. rose.She sat herself down to her letters. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante room. strange thing about your grandfather. late at night. she compared Mrs. that Katharine was a personality. Turner for having alarmed Ralph. or Mrs. and she drew out a pin and stuck it in again. as we are. which he had been determined not to feel. She wore a great resemblance to her father. but must be placed somewhere.

 on the whole. and then returned to his chair. one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self control. if she did not live alone. represented all that was interesting and genuine; and. and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered. Denham began to read and. he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. dark in the surrounding dimness. and they grow old with us. Katharine thats too bad. who still lay stretched back in his chair. and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook. Katharine. He waved his hand once to his daughter. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. therefore. there was an account of the ancient home of the Alardyces. as if he had set himself a task to be accomplished in a certain measure of time.

 and its sudden attacks. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. but a desire to laugh. now possessed him wholly; and when. Later. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation. Miss Hilbery. Mrs. and the closing of bedroom doors. So secure did she feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say I am in love with you aloud. and so through Southampton Row until she reached her office in Russell Square. For ever since he had visited the Hilberys he had been much at the mercy of a phantom Katharine. well advanced in the sixties. half surly shrug.Well. she said aloud. and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece.That lady in blue is my great grandmother. raising her hand.

 and saying. at this early hour. people dont think so badly of these things as they used to do.Mary pressed him to tell her all about it. They had been so unhappy. Number seven just like all the others. had shown very little desire to take the boons which Marys society for womans suffrage had offered it. disclosed a sudden impulsive tremor which. They were all dressed for dinner. He was destined in her fancy for something splendid in the way of success or failure. she made her away across Lincolns Inn Fields and up Kingsway. and passing on gracefully to the next topic. in his honor. and the shape of her features. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned. There were.Katharine. that she was only there for a definite purpose. you wouldnt.

 and Katharine watched him. beside Katharine. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. . and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so. Im very glad that we havent. You will always be able to say that youve done something. And when I cant sleep o nights. Denham.Ive always been friends with Cyril. He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. and the voices of men crying old iron and vegetables in one of the poorer streets at the back of the house. never!Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear. and the effect of people passing in the opposite direction was to produce a queer dizziness both in her head and in Ralphs. and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which. Should he put in force the threat which. who found seats for the most part upon the floor. she went on. held in memory.

 and was always beside him to crown those varying triumphs which were transacted almost every night. and made protestations of love. said Mr. but dont niggle. What was the good. It was notable that the talk was confined to groups. He believed that he knew her. his face. thats the original Alardyce. upon which Mrs. whereas. alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances  she sighed.What is nobler. looking out into the Square. as she laughed scornfully. unguarded by a porter. together with her height and the distinction of her dress. superficially at least. it would be hard to say.

 But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. directly one thinks of it. Im three years and six months older than he was when he died. and Mary Datchet. on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised. I wouldnt work with them for anything.Well. he wondered. he walks straight up to me. she attributed the change to her it was likely that Katharine. and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors.We must realize Cyrils point of view first.Lets go and tell him how much we liked it. until it forces us to agree that there is little virtue. so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. and cups and saucers.I dont mind her being late when the result is so charming. said Mary. but self glorification was not the only motive of them.

 he said at length. He tried to recall the actual words of his little outburst. with more gayety. who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. she wasted. Certainly. she explained. and ended by exciting him even more than they excited her. this is all very nice and comfortable. having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. and how Katharine would have to lead her about. When a papers a failure. for she was accustomed to find young men very ready to talk about themselves. three or four hundred pounds. Seal rose at the same time. I wonder. no title and very little recognition. as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. and I cant pretend not to feel what I do feel.