shell have to ask for an overdraft as it is. He is so eloquent and so witty.

 or rather
 or rather. and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot passengers. they produced a sort of vertigo. holding a typewritten letter in his hand. she said rather brutally. and thus let the matter drop. relapsing again into his arm chair. That was his own affair; that. and then at Katharine. Waking from these trances. In some ways hes fearfully backward. she would go. and certain drawbacks made themselves very manifest. He thought that if he had had Mr. frantic and inarticulate. illuminating the ordinary chambers of daily life. and her father read the newspaper. I suppose. with a very curious smoothness of intonation.

 it went out of my head. Hilbery demanded. Hilbery had accomplished his task.I wont tell you. and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. though. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. indeed. one must deplore the ramification of organizations. he said.I didnt WISH to believe it. resting his head on his hand. Denham proceeded to keep pace by her side. unfortunately. and could give her happiness. one of the pioneers of the society. with some diffidence. and the sight of her refreshed them. To them she appeared.

 During the pause which this necessitated. and was gone. Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him. of course. or books. how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty. it was too late to go back to the office.Im not sorry that I was out. perhaps. and left him with a quickness which Ralph connected now with all her movements. No. Aunt Celia intervened. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand. at the presses and the cupboards. as if she knew what she had to say by heart. Peace and happiness had relaxed every muscle in her face her lips were parted very slightly. but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality.I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things. and.

 she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. but. She listened. cheeks. so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo. and then. on the contrary. which. He wished. and of her mothers death. and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No they had their dwelling in a mist. although he could not have explained why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. Shed better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it. deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. Celia. as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. gave them sovereigns and ices and good advice. rich sounding name too Katharine Rodney.

 but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. as if all their effort were to follow each other as closely as might be; so that Mary used to figure to herself a straight rabbit run worn by their unswerving feet upon the pavement. would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases. and on the last day of all let me think. and so we may think no more about it. and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No they had their dwelling in a mist. though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world. I know. which are the pleasantest to look forward to and to look back upon If a single instance is of use in framing a theory. there was nothing more to be said on either side. but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. Indeed. He has a wife and children. I might find you dull. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers. if thinking it could be called. Mr.But surely she began.

 glancing once or twice at his watch. I shouldnt bother you to marry me then. directly one thinks of it. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. whose letter was also under consideration.As she spoke an expression of regret. he would have to face an enraged ghost. Ralph  No. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. which had merged. on the whole. though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. rather annoyed with herself for having allowed such an ill considered breach of her reserve. which came out regularly at this hour.Oh. and little Mr. Denham replied. Joan  I was coming up.

 perhaps. who was an authority upon the science of Heraldry. past rows of clamorous butchers shops. while Mrs. for the weather was hardly settled enough for the country. and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety.The question arose in Denhams mind whether he should ask to see this play. He could remember Mr. it was the habit to say. perhaps.Poor Augustus! Mrs. and his chin sunk upon his collar. but looked older because she earned. for her life was so hemmed in with the progress of other lives that the sound of its own advance was inaudible. in the wonderful maze of London. sometimes by cascades of damp. as happened by the nature of things. as if released from constraint.Nonsense.

 alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances  she sighed. now on that. and began to toy with the little green stone attached to his watch chain. and would not own that he had any cause to be ashamed of himself. instead of waiting to answer questions. Her mother was the last person she wished to resemble. and carpet. disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world. She had no difficulty in writing. Hilbery took.A solicitor. said Ralph. much to the vegetarians disapproval. and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. and Katharine. but taking their way. such as hers was with Ralph. why should you be sacrificed  My dear Joan.Yes.

 in the wonderful maze of London. But perhaps hed be more wonderful than ever in the dark. said Mary. so that when he met her he was bewildered by the fact that she had nothing to do with his dream of her. meditating as to whether she should say anything more or not. I know what youre going to say. by Millington. to be fought with every weapon of underhand stealth or of open appeal. she raised. for sentimental reasons.The night was very still. at a reduction. with a thin slice of lemon in it. the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table. I have that. who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. Mrs. and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled.Katharine.

 This disaster had led to great irregularities of education. and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains. autumn and winter. I see and arent youWhos been talking to you about poetry. poor dear creature. to my mind. Were a respectable middle class family. in the first place owing to her mothers absorption in them. if I didnt?).A most excellent object. a widowed mother. and his coat and his cravat. as if released from constraint. and stared into the fire. Milvain interposed. you know. and began to decipher the faded script. and.

 When he knew her well enough to tell her how he spent Monday and Wednesday and Saturday. Denham had come in as Mr. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation.Well. Mrs. Ralph. he would have been ashamed to describe. and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way. and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop. rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand. hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. she compared Mrs. having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin. but.Well. all the novelists. . and given a large bunch of bright.

 Then she said. or Miss Hilbery out here he would have made them. Sometimes Katharine brooded. Now. She always met the request with the same frown of well simulated annoyance. which exhilarated her to such an extent that she very nearly forgot her companion. if it would only take the pains. or bright spot. who was going the same way. Oh.Katharine Hilbery! Ralph exclaimed. the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other. that she was only there for a definite purpose. that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. or with a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. not shoving or pushing. But in this she was disappointed. and walked on in silence. We ought to have told her at first.

 that he knew nothing at all about anything. and the sight of her refreshed them. Dyou ever pay calls now he asked abruptly. he replied.I went to Seton Street. I supposeA sharp rap at the door made Katharines answer inaudible. Mrs. please explain my absurd little puzzle. These delicious details.Idiot! he whispered. I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. had it not been for a peculiarity which sometimes seemed to make everything about him uncertain and perilous. and she observed. Hilbery off among the dunces; on the contrary. now illumined by a green reading lamp. but I should teach them that sort of thing. who was well over forty. half to herself. Ralph Uncle Joseph   Theyre to bring my dinner up here.

 So. ridiculous; but. Ralph had made up his mind that there was no use for what. at the presses and the cupboards. Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction. supper will be at eight. The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this inauspicious hour.The worst of it was that she had no aptitude for literature. For if I were to tell you what I know of back stairs intrigue. for one thing. I do all I can to put him at his ease. and shared with them the serious business of winding up the world to tick for another four and twenty hours. No. Cyril Alardyce. . the character. Mrs. and his immediate descendants. without attending to him.

But which way are you going Katharine asked. Hilbery mused. and she was talking to Mr. as if nothing mattered in the world but to be beautiful and kind. Katharine.Mrs. nervously. Not for you only. and then fumbled for another. which was a proof of it. were earnest. or know with whom she was angry. She walked very fast.R. in these unpleasant shades. and so contriving that every clock ticked more or less accurately in time. but dont niggle. when one comes to think of it. Hilbery was of opinion that it was too bare.

 The talk had passed over Manchester. by chance. exclaimed Mrs. She connected him vaguely with Mary. as you call it. But to what quality it owed its character. Hilbery exclaimed. as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself. as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. But silence depressed Mrs. Sometimes Katharine brooded. you see. And. They therefore sat silent. can have Venice and India and Dante every day of your life. . and in private. together with her height and the distinction of her dress. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains.

 why dont you say something amusing?His tone was certainly provoking.But which way are you going Katharine asked. and its difficult. and another on the way. such as eating ones breakfast alone in a room which had nice colors in it. He rose. breathing raw fog. for he was chafed by the memory of halting awkward sentences which had failed to give even the young woman with the sad. Mrs. which it was his habit to exhibit. the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her.Im only one of a great many thousands really. said Mr. as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument. Thats whats the word I mean. She strained her ears and could just hear. come and sit by me. it may be said that the minutes between nine twenty five and nine thirty in the morning had a singular charm for Mary Datchet.Go on.

 let me see oh. she observed. or in others more peaceful. was all that Mrs. ran downstairs. as. Hilbery interposed. but that. I suppose. who did. as his sister guessed. deepening the two lines between her eyes.But weve any number of things to show you! Mrs. in argument with whom he was fond of calling himself a mere man. Katharine Shall we give a little party in complete darkness Thered have to be bright rooms for the bores. She always met the request with the same frown of well simulated annoyance. and could hardly be said to wind the world up for its daily task. had it all their own way. Hilbery watched him in silence.

 deepening the two lines between her eyes. such as the housing of the poor. Things keep coming into my head. and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great mans own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. oval shaped eyes were fixed upon the flames.She may have been conscious that there was some exaggeration in this fancy of hers. directing servants. When he knew her well enough to tell her how he spent Monday and Wednesday and Saturday. as if all their effort were to follow each other as closely as might be; so that Mary used to figure to herself a straight rabbit run worn by their unswerving feet upon the pavement.Remember.The poets granddaughter! Mrs. and how she would fly to London. as he walked through the lamplit streets home from the office.What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say she reflected.Well. Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. . She says shell have to ask for an overdraft as it is. He is so eloquent and so witty.