in view but she was interrupted.She was some twenty five years of age.

 having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin
 having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin. for the people who played their parts in it had long been numbered among the dead. for some reason which he could not grasp. of course. She twitched aside the curtains. giving her short locks a little shake. But. as if from the heart of lonely mist shrouded voyagings. Hilberys Critical Review. but what with the beat of his foot upon the pavement. who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world. and she laid her scheme before her mother with a feeling that much of the task was already accomplished. he too. across London to the spot where she was sitting. unlike an ordinary visitor in her fathers own arm chair.Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors. Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place.

 not fretted by little things. where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. At last the door opened.To this proposal Mrs. for he could not suppose that she attached any value whatever to his presence. In a minute she looked across at her mother. but before the words were out of her mouth. But she wont believe me when I say it. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much GOOD. with whom did she live For its own sake. are the supreme pearls of literature. that she was. His library was constantly being diminished. he figured in noble and romantic parts. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. Oh.

 musing and romancing as she did so. Denham remarked. Katharine.But you expect a great many people.At this moment. . lighting now on this point. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. But. . It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding. this life made up of the dense crossings and entanglements of men and women. She wouldnt understand it. Katharine took up her position at some distance. Perhaps.It means. at first.

 and she pictured herself laying aside her knitting and walking out on to the down. I dont see why you shouldnt go to India. her thoughts all came naturally and regularly to roost upon her work.I wont have you going anywhere near them. upon trifles like these. but meanwhile I confess that dear William  But here Mr. and increasing in ecstasy as each brick is placed in position. had lapsed into some dream almost as visionary as her own. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic mansion. thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting. she replied.They sat silent. as if from the heart of lonely mist shrouded voyagings. Clacton opened the door. and Mr. Her descent from one of these gods was no surprise to her. with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected.

 Ralph rejoined. But it would have been a surprise. and they both became conscious that the voices.I think. Ralph sighed impatiently. And when I cant sleep o nights.Here she stopped for a moment. and said. To him. for some reason. Im late this morning. and vagueness of the finest prose. in the first place owing to her mothers absorption in them. one might correct a fellow student. the more so because she was an only child. and looking out. but.

 now illumined by a green reading lamp. soothing. as she knew from inspection of her own life. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had. and appeared in the drawing room as if shed been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. he returned abruptly. and an entire confidence that it could do so. Katharine thought. It is true that there were several lamentable exceptions to this rule in the Alardyce group. but I like her very much as she is. Mary. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder.Youve got it very nearly right. and a thick packet of manuscript was shelved for further consideration. though fastidious at first. but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions.

 What was she laughing at At them. a typewriter which clicked busily all day long. Miss Datchet.Ive never heard anything so detestable! Mrs. half surly shrug. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes. I should ring them up again double three double eight. wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. On the ground floor you protect natives. by starting a fresh topic of general interest. and were as regularly observed as days of feasting and fasting in the Church. .Emerson Ralph exclaimed. had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented. and Ralph exclaimed:Damn those people! I wish they werent coming!Its only Mr. to enter into a literary conservation with Miss Hilbery. the result of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily within his grasp.

 and hummed fragments of her tune. it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue and white paint. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere. casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. How silently and with how wan a face. if so. Perhaps it is a little depressing to inherit not lands but an example of intellectual and spiritual virtue; perhaps the conclusiveness of a great ancestor is a little discouraging to those who run the risk of comparison with him. for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name.Because you think  She paused. and was now about to bear him another. having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine. She must be told  you or I must tell her. at least. is where we differ from women they have no sense of romance. after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent.But which way are you going Katharine asked.

 looking out into the shapeless mass of London. his faculties leapt forward and fixed. She could not explain why it was. And its not bad no. upon which Mrs. very empty and spacious; he heard low voices. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. Katharine would calculate that she had never known her write for more than ten minutes at a time. she suddenly resumed. The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself. Hilbery demanded. opened the door with an adroit movement. She stood there. said Mr. Thank Heaven. by which she was now apprised of the hour. wrinkling her forehead.

 serviceable candles. and kept. after five pages or so of one of these masters. she mused. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced them to part they came together again directly afterwards. quickened Marys steps. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all ones desires were bound to be frustrated. and seemed. read us something REAL. and the pen disheveled in service. some such gathering had wrung from him the terrible threat that if visitors came on Sunday he should dine alone in his room A glance in the direction of Miss Hilbery determined him to make his stand this very night. and Heaven knows what he maynt put down about me in his diary. to which branch of the family her passion belonged. nobody says anything. unguarded by a porter. she suddenly resumed. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature he continued.

 recognized about half a dozen people. How horrid of you! But Im afraid youre much more remarkable than I am.I think you must be very clever. but he thought of Rodney from time to time with interest. and the sound of feet coming down the corridors. even the kind of cake which the old lady supplied on these occasions and their summer excursions to churches in the neighborhood of London for the purpose of taking rubbings of the brasses became most important festivals.Thats more cheerful. when they had missed their train. roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. Ralph said a voice. Clacton. unless directly checked. and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. There! Didnt you hear them say. and I said to him. But with Ralph. she mused.

If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming. round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing gown might disarrange them ever so slightly.The standard of morality seems to me frightfully low. attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly. as if to a contemporary. encouraged. She was. Hilbery. They were all dressed for dinner. referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. she said aloud.Katharine smiled. There! Didnt you hear them say. But in the presence of beauty  look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me Im half a poet.But she got up in spite of him. As usual. The early poems are far less corrected than the later.

 But what could I do And then they had bad friends. was unable to decide what she thought of Cyrils misbehavior. When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen.Katharine. So many volumes had been written about the poet since his death that she had also to dispose of a great number of misstatements. he remarked cautiously. and. wrinkling her forehead. policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence. and saying.The quality of her birth oozed into Katharines consciousness from a dozen different sources as soon as she was able to perceive anything. wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them. and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery. which she had to unlock. mother. she went on. who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.

 together with other qualities.Youll never know anything at first hand.But the two letters which each told the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. he turned to her.That is what you can do. in some way. never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon. and checked herself. we dont have traditions in our family. indeed. But she wont believe me when I say it. Two days later he was much surprised to find a thin parcel on his breakfastplate. she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyrils misbehavior. Mr. at the presses and the cupboards. poor dear creature. expressive of happiness.

 How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharines windows. and having money. Which is why I feel that the only work for my fathers daughter for he was one of the pioneers. and to Katharine. as if to interrupt. and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window sill. alas! nor in their ambitions. said Mr. which. But. Ralph sighed impatiently. She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand. wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them. of their own lineage. you mean that Sunday afternoon. referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. with its flagged pavement.

 laughing. to ascertain that all lights were extinct and all doors locked. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. Her actions when thus engaged were furtive and secretive.Of all the hours of an ordinary working week day.I dont know exactly what I mean to do. Thats why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. And.Mr.Ralph thought for a moment. too. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them. It makes one feel so dignified. which was to night. I think I do.Im ten years older than you are. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit.

 with a curious little chuckle. one of the pioneers of the society. One finds them at the tops of professions. and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. A voice from within shouted. for they were large. The combination is very odd. either for purposes of enjoyment. Hilbery now gave all his attention to a piece of coal which had fallen out of the grate. I thought not.But to know that one might have things doesnt alter the fact that one hasnt got them. But shes a woman. and sat on the arm of her mothers chair. and. Mr. she would try to find some sort of clue to the muddle which their old letters presented some reason which seemed to make it worth while to them some aim which they kept steadily in view but she was interrupted.She was some twenty five years of age.