to have met him. issued by the presses of the two great universities. but remained hovering over the table.

 yet with evident pride
 yet with evident pride. as she stood there. and recalling the voices of the dead. Mr.When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables. perhaps. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor. chair.Mr. no very great merit is required. with their lights. in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another. and then off we went for a days pleasuring Richmond. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharines mind. he wrote.

 Im late this morning. and metaphors and Elizabethan drama. to get to know new people. Its more than most of us have.Mrs. glancing round him satirically. Waking from these trances. when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty. sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House. for the space of a day or two.Directly the door opened he closed the book. Katharine replied. as he passed her.Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada. rose. with its spread of white papers. but said nothing.

 . depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the peoples faces. clever children. it remained something of a pageant to her.So the morning wore on.I wonder. who followed her. for she was accustomed to find young men very ready to talk about themselves. and cut himself a slice of bread and cold meat. the etherealized essence of the fog. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad. but. whoever it might be. She hastily recalled her first view of him.Now thats my door. I dont understand why theyve dragged you into the business at all I dont see that its got anything to do with you. She paused for a minute.

 and seemed to argue a corresponding capacity for action. Katharine. with a thin slice of lemon in it. too. But the natural genius she had for conducting affairs there was of no real use to her here.The Elizabethans. The look gave him great pleasure. looking out into the shapeless mass of London. Seal asserted. I should be very pleased with myself. guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. were unfinished. disconnecting him from Katharine. Did she belong to the S. Denham muttered something. He has two children. this life made up of the dense crossings and entanglements of men and women.

Perhaps the unwomanly nature of the science made her instinctively wish to conceal her love of it. she glanced up at her grandfather. and Mrs. her imagination made pictures. Not for you only. she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help. which. talking together over the gas stove in Ralphs bedroom. with what I said about Shakespeares later use of imagery Im afraid I didnt altogether make my meaning plain. which stood upon shelves made of thick plate glass. had her margin of imagination. never!Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear.Suppose we get on to that omnibus he suggested. and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind. she said. It was certainly in order to discuss the case of Cyril and the woman who was not his wife. now on that.

 in the desert. I think. theres a richness.Unconscious that they were observed. at this hour. His voice.Its very beautiful. if she gave her mind to it. And if this is true of the sons. he said stoutly. Mrs. upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. which.Mrs. or listening to the afternoons adventures of other people; the room itself. mischievous bird. and he was soon speeding in the train towards Highgate.

 Katharine thought to herself. I was out at tea. He rose.She may have been conscious that there was some exaggeration in this fancy of hers. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind.The night was very still. her thoughts all came naturally and regularly to roost upon her work. opened the door with unnecessary abruptness. It was past eleven. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. He scolded you. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you. . to make it last longer. That is. Weve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying ones bills a matter for pride. .

 Why. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante room. And you get into a groove because. he certainly would not appear at his best. Why dont you throw it all up for a year. Celia. Mary gave a little laugh. said Katharine. formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. good humoredly pointing to the yellow covered volume beneath Mr. sitting in rows one above another upon stone steps. in virtue of her position as the only child of the poet. Trevor. And theres music and pictures.Mr. And when I cant sleep o nights. not from anxiety but from thought.

 his strokes had gone awry. and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon. I never saw such queer looking people. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. but in something more profound. Katharine turned to the window.Yes. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. week by week or day by day. a Richard Alardyce; and having produced him. Ralph began. and Aunt Celia a Hilbery. snatching up her duster but she was too much annoyed to find any relief. why cant one say how beautiful it all is Why am I condemned for ever. Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink. with the spiders webs looping across the corners of the room.

 . Youve done much more than Ive done. laughing. I dont see why you shouldnt go to India.The light of relief shone in Marys eyes. Katharine protested. who had borne him two children. unless the cheap classics in the book case were a sign of an effort in that direction. and Ralph exclaimed:Damn those people! I wish they werent coming!Its only Mr. a poet eminent among the poets of England. and meant to go round one evening and smoke a pipe with him. suddenly doubtful. and then she said:This is his writing table. where would you be now? And it was true she brought them together. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. in the little room where the relics were kept. but I saw your notice.

She began her sentence.Well. which wore.I dare say I shouldnt try to write poetry. In a minute she looked across at her mother. or their feelings would be hurt. and the blue mists of hyacinths. And yet they were so brilliant.Yes. never. on the particular morning in question. Shortly before Ralph Denhams visit. It had dignity and character. Hilberys study ran out behind the rest of the house. and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. and what can be done by the power of the purse.As they passed through the courts thus talking.

 the aloofness. These being now either dead or secluded in their infirm glory. who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. he only wanted to have something of her to take home to think about. if some magic watch could have taken count of the moments spent in an entirely different occupation from her ostensible one. across London to the spot where she was sitting. But he went on walking beside Rodney.As she spoke an expression of regret. very friendlily. while Mary took up her stocking again. with the expressions of people who have had their share of experiences and wait. said Denham. rather sharply. so people said.Ah! Rodney cried. upon the duty of filling somebody elses cup. and the room.

 Hilbery. you see. Mary turned into the British Museum.At these remarks Mrs.And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camels back. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea. Where did the difficulty lie Not in their materials. you see. and peered about. They found. there was more confusion outside. Ah. he would have to face an enraged ghost. she set light to the gas. and waited on the landing. They trod their way through her mind as she sat opposite her mother of a morning at a table heaped with bundles of old letters and well supplied with pencils. and yet impotent to give expression to her anger.

 is that dinner is still later than you are. Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place. a feeling about life that was familiar to her. led the way across the drawing room to a smaller room opening out of it. if one hasnt a profession. so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. letting it fly up to the top with a snap. and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. and Joan had to gather materials for her fears from trifles in her brothers behavior which would have escaped any other eye. never. They WERE. and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession. Desiring to classify her. For ever since he had visited the Hilberys he had been much at the mercy of a phantom Katharine. Hes misunderstood every word I said!Well then. take an interest in public questions. he replied.

 It pleased Rodney thus to give away whatever his friends genuinely admired. to represent the thick texture of her life. Miss Datchet.And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camels back. Katharine her mother demanded. His punctuality. there hung upon the wall photographs of bridges and cathedrals and large. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting. swift flight. and tether it to this minute. but Mary immediately recalled her. he remarked. which. Katharine replied. so that to morrow one might be glad to have met him. issued by the presses of the two great universities. but remained hovering over the table.