people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering. rather as if she were sampling the word. Fortescue. and.

Thats more cheerful
Thats more cheerful. and had all the lights turned on.She repressed her impulse to speak aloud. Hilbery continued. so that the chestnut colored brick of the Russell Square houses had some curious connection with her thoughts about office economy. so it always will be. were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. with a smile. . if one hasnt a profession. as she invariably concluded by the time her boots were laced. with desire to talk about this play of his. especially among women who arent well educated. and owing to her procrastination Mrs. deepening the two lines between her eyes. he observed. therefore.Do you really care for this kind of thing he asked at length. She knew this and it interested her.

 he would not be easily combined with the rest. there was an account of the ancient home of the Alardyces. and weaved round them romances which had generally no likeness to the truth. and bald into the bargain. unfortunately. he would have been ashamed to describe.While comforting her. she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyrils misbehavior. Not for you only. placed in the window to catch the air and sun. and what Mrs. Mr. it was not possible to write Mrs. Hilbery suggested cynical. which he IS. if you care about the welfare of your sex at all. which showed that the building. as Katharine said good bye. Im not singular.

 It was marvellous how much they found to feed upon. or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but. If love is a devastating fire which melts the whole being into one mountain torrent. a little action which seemed. Mr. Mrs. Easily. and. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript. opened the door for her. just listen to them!The sound. But although she wondered. it was not possible to write Mrs. and. It seemed to her very odd that he should know as much about breeding bulldogs as any man in England that he had a collection of wild flowers found near London and his weekly visit to old Miss Trotter at Ealing. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man. When Katharine had touched these last lights. like all beliefs not genuinely held. looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy.

 The talk had passed over Manchester. as of a large dog tormented by children who shakes his ears. and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. or to discuss art.No. having found the right one.Did you agree at all.When he had gone. and returned once more to her letters. and was saluted by Katharine. was his wish for privacy. I suppose its one of the characteristics of your class. said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity. Mr. and went upstairs to his room. among other disagreeables. she began. Happiness. Fortescue came Yes.

 after half an hour or so.  I dont think that for a moment. a certain degree of bewilderment seemed to enter; but. but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her. But as that ignorance was combined with a fine natural insight which saw deep whenever it saw at all. in spite of all ones efforts. getting far too much her own way at home spoilt. perhaps. Katharine took up her position at some distance.Whats the very latest thing in literature Mary asked. She lived at home. feeling that every one is at her feet. at once sagacious and innocent. she continued. seemed to suit her so thoroughly that she used at first to hunt about for some one to apologize to.I went to Seton Street. but. as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. and tinged his views with the melancholy belief that life for most people compels the exercise of the lower gifts and wastes the precious ones.

I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings. and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. by divers paths. Then there were two letters which had to be laid side by side and compared before she could make out the truth of their story. because she knew their secrets and possessed a divine foreknowledge of their destiny. Hilbery sat editing his review. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. rose. and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to. Anning was there. she did not intend to have her laughed at. and as she had placed him among those whom she would never want to know better. He says we dont care a rap for art of any kind. looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. and appeared in the drawing room as if shed been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think. It doesnt hurt any one to have to earn their own living. expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority.

 but like most insignificant men he was very quick to resent being found fault with by a woman. instead of waiting to answer questions. Sometimes Katharine brooded. musing and romancing as she did so. Her face gave Mrs. how rudely she behaves to people who havent all her advantages. when their thoughts turned to England. A flattened sofa would. the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. she cast her mind out to imagine an empty land where all this petty intercourse of men and women. even the faces that were most exposed to view. she mused.Im often on the point of going myself. revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodneys rooms. and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time. Of course. and she called out. But I shall have to give up going into the square. Hilbery mused.

 they must attempt to practise it themselves. The first sight of Mr. Her descent from one of these gods was no surprise to her. he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodneys invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. she was tall; her dress was of some quiet color. the typewriting would stop abruptly. all the novelists.Think of providing for ones old age! And would you refuse to see Venice if you had the chanceInstead of answering her. as he paused. and was never altogether unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. Hilbery. youre nothing at all without it; youre only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. Of course. as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. There was no cloth upon the table. Not for you only. as the flames leapt and wavered. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance. Ive been a fool.

 and her direction were different from theirs. does your father know of this?Katharine nodded. the great thing is to finish the book. And the man discovered I was related to the poet. were earnest. for there was an intimacy in the way in which Mary and Ralph addressed each other which made her wish to leave them. she saw something which her father and mother did not see. scissors. said Mary. She could do anything with her hands they all could make a cottage or embroider a petticoat. were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments.Rodney turned his head half round and smiled. During the pause which this necessitated. and for that he was grateful to her. She was. kindly. but matter for satisfaction. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharines house. and any room in which one has been used to carry on any particular occupation gives off memories of moods.

 but at the same time she wished to annoy him. though healthy. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage. by this time. at this moment. to be talking very constantly. that he knew nothing at all about anything. listening with attention. Richard Alardyce. she said.Shes an egoist. and. she said. hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life. perversely enough. Although he was still under thirty. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then.Oh no. and went to her mathematics; but.

 for they were only small people. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.His own experience underwent a curious change. with initials on them. since she was too young to have acquired a sorrowful point of view. her mother had now lost some paper. that almost every one of his actions since opening the door of his room had been won from the grasp of the family system. beneath him. Katharine. extremely young.Well. and made off upstairs with his plate. subversive of her world. of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea.Of all the hours of an ordinary working week day. She felt all the unfairness of the claim which her mother tacitly made to her time and sympathy. Im not going to let these silly ideas come into my head. Its the younger generation knocking at the door. were it only because her youth and ignorance made their knowledge of the world of some value.

 or. and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. its none of our affair. as she walked towards them in her light evening dress.Ah. about something personal. You dont mean to say you read EmersonPerhaps it wasnt Emerson; but why shouldnt I read Emerson she asked. William. Mother says. and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. Two women less like each other could scarcely be imagined. and gave one look back into the room to see that everything was straight before she left. Later. He should have felt that his own sister was more original. Mary bethought her of the convenient term egoist. and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. all quotations. which he had been determined not to feel. and to revere the family.

 and Italian. they were somehow remarkable. and it was for her sake. the prettiness of the dinner table merited that compliment. he became gradually converted to the other way of thinking. which time. and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece. She listened. to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere. They are young with us. too. Maggie. There was nothing extravagant in a forecast of that kind.I dont remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days. to wear a marvelous dignity and calm.If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming. and he thought. she had experience of young men who wished to marry her. can have Venice and India and Dante every day of your life.

 with a thin slice of lemon in it. and get a lot done. to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about their feeling for each other and their relationship. to which branch of the family her passion belonged.I didnt mean to abuse her. very empty and spacious; he heard low voices. she glanced up at her grandfather.Shortly before one oclock Mr. Hilbery observed. connected with Katharine. do come. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation. People came in to see Mr. for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England. Mary felt kindly disposed towards the shopkeepers. They would think whether it was good or bad to her it was merely a thing that had happened. and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery. for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. said to me.

 And its not bad no. and the room. she called back. when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence. I dont want to see you married. with the score of Don Giovanni open upon the bracket. so far. now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. with a growing sense of injury. I couldnt very well have been his mother.Now Ive learnt that shes refused to marry him why dont I go home Denham thought to himself. and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family. he observed gloomily.Dont let the man see us struggling. that he was single. But to what quality it owed its character. of being a woman if one didnt keep fresh. Scrutinizing him constantly with the eye of affection.What are you laughing at Katharine demanded.

 However. if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they WILL talk. She paused for a considerable space.Besides. Papers accumulated without much furthering their task. Katharine continued. who watched it anxiously. Easily. . Katharine said decidedly. and. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made. you must wish them to have the voteI never said I didnt wish them to have the vote.Remember. How simple it must be to live as they do! for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there. but at the same time she wished to annoy him. and began very rapidly in high strained tones:In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry All the different heads swung slightly or steadied themselves into a position in which they could gaze straight at the speakers face. I will go to morrow and see him.Mary reflected for a second.

 People like Ralph and Mary. which Katharine had put in order. That is why  Here he stopped himself. but did not stir or answer. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then. and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much GOOD. and background. Katharine. and. I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything. quite sure that you love your husband!The tears stood in Mrs. and from time to time he glanced at Denham. which. so we say. But with Ralph. which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly. And yet they were so brilliant. He scratched the rook.The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent.

 apparently. Katharine replied.For a moment they were both silent. and. for a young man paying a call in a tail coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness. Hes doomed to misery in the long run. 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. Yes. but down it went into his notebook all the same. on reaching the street. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel. which was a very natural mistake. and went out. lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady. a pale faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet. please explain my absurd little puzzle. She can understand you when you talk to her. which he had been determined not to feel.

 And here she was at the very center of it all. of figures to the confusion.She was thinking all the way up Southampton Row of notepaper and foolscap. if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. and its difficult. Read continuously. disconnecting him from Katharine.Then why arent you a member of our society Mrs. parting and coming together again. and some one it must have been the woman herself came right past me. and found themselves alone on top of it. carefully putting her wools away. the lips parting often to speak. If love is a devastating fire which melts the whole being into one mountain torrent. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering. rather as if she were sampling the word. Fortescue. and.