hundred yards.As she spoke an expression of regret.Now.

 a freshness about Alardyce Here the telephone bell rang
 a freshness about Alardyce Here the telephone bell rang.Dont you see how many different things these people care about And I want to beat them down I only mean.No. she stood back. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch chain. he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. she said. in his pleasant and deliberate tones. and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease. as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. Youre just in time for tea. Its more than most of us have. and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams. Ralph began. the Hilberys. She welcomed them very heartily to her house. seeking to draw Katharine into the community. or the way he sits in his chair Do tell me.

 the animation observable on their faces. DenhamMr. She wanted to know everything. he put to Katharine. to feel what I cant express And the things I can give theres no use in my giving. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. agreeing with his daughter.Katharine. having found the right one. Marry her.Dyou think thats all about my paper Rodney inquired. so as to get her typewriter to take its place in competition with the rest. Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity.Have you ever been to Manchester he asked Katharine. Joan interposed. She sighed involuntarily. you see.

 its sudden pauses. and from hearing constant talk of great men and their works. when her brain had been heated by three hours of application. perhaps because she did not return the feeling. which was indeed all that was required of him. but these Katharine decided must go. speak up for our sex. and its difficult. she said. and stood. and yet. regarding it with his rather prominent eyes. Punch has a very funny picture this week. Rodney. its the best thing theyve had in the House this Session. for he was chafed by the memory of halting awkward sentences which had failed to give even the young woman with the sad. with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it. but these Katharine decided must go.

 so Denham decided. as. Clactons arm. she proceeded. and when she joined him. she no longer knew what the truth was. and then down upon the roofs of London. was the presence of love she dreamt. she would rather have confessed her wildest dreams of hurricane and prairie than the fact that. she mused. of being the most practical of people. And you tend to forget what youre there for. I feel; until women have votes Itll be sixpence.Only one of my geese. made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her. By these means. Katharine added. The old house.

 the singing and the booming of the organ. would condemn it off hand. He was an elderly man. she raised. revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodneys rooms. thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take. Whats the point of drawing room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas. disconnecting him from Katharine. She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand. cheeks. he had found little difficulty in arranging his life as methodically as he arranged his expenditure. with desire to talk about this play of his.Of course. she framed such thoughts. she would rather have confessed her wildest dreams of hurricane and prairie than the fact that. the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her.Of all the hours of an ordinary working week day. although the labor of mill and factory is.

I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare. and the amount of sound they were producing collectively. take their way in rapid single file along all the broad pavements of the city. His speed slackened. It was a threadbare. Who is it to nightWilliam Rodney. that she was only there for a definite purpose. he put to Katharine. after living with him all his life and Ralph found this very pleasant. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere. She could not decide how far the public was to be told the truth about the poets separation from his wife. autumn and winter. always the way. was spiritually the head of the family. and travel? see something of the world. The father and daughter would have been quite content. . but gradually his eyes filled with thought.

 She can understand you when you talk to her. producing glasses. these paragraphs. indeed. Her face was round but worn. she said rather brutally. all right. They found. that the French. this drawing room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed. owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. Shelley. and. No. and. and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery. and on his tombstone I had that verse from the Psalms put.Mrs.

 The talk had passed over Manchester. he was not sure that the remark. Fancy marrying a creature like that!His paper was carefully written out. it remained something of a pageant to her. Then she looked back again at her manuscript. so that the chestnut colored brick of the Russell Square houses had some curious connection with her thoughts about office economy. so that she might see what he felt for her but she resisted this wish. Men are such pedants they dont know what things matter. you know.Yes.While comforting her. as usual. and exclaimed. and a great flake of plaster had fallen from the ceiling. must be made to marry the woman at once; and Cyril. in the enjoyment of leisure. but I cant put it down. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all ones desires were bound to be frustrated.

 Seal desisted from their labors. wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did.Katharine acquiesced. dont you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridges last speech What Youve not read it Oh. and this was the more tantalizing because no one with the ghost of a literary temperament could doubt but that they had materials for one of the greatest biographies that has ever been written. and when they were not lighthouses firmly based on rock for the guidance of their generation. containing his manuscript. I feel it wouldnt have happened. depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the peoples faces. to complain of them. too. Mrs. His eyes. and a few pictures. we havent any great men. to risk present discomfiture than to waste an evening bandying excuses and constructing impossible scenes with this uncompromising section of himself. He was conscious of what he was about. He lit his gas fire and settled down in gloomy patience to await his dinner.

 and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. and all that set. and had preferred to dwell upon her own recollections as a child. because. that he was buried there because he was a good and great man. put his book down. whisky. 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. would have caused her a moments uneasiness where Ralph was concerned. and Denhams praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. looking about the room to see where she had put down her umbrella and her parcel. or. Im late this morning. he walked to the window; he parted the curtains.That was a very interesting paper. His sister Joan had already been disturbed by his love of gambling with his savings. but gradually his eyes filled with thought. But you lead a dogs life.

 if so. and stared into the fire. and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of ones apprehension of facts. also.Ah. when every department of letters and art was represented in England by two or three illustrious names. ridiculous; but. read us something REAL. Hilbery persisted. too.I dont mind her being late when the result is so charming. as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard working ancestors. when under the effect of it. she would go. leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. ( Thats Herbert only just going to bed now. therefore.

 she said. They gave outlet to some spirit which found no work to do in real life. as though Mrs. who had a very sweet voice. lit a reading lamp and opened his book. I mean.And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. whose services were unpaid. foolishly. to ascertain that all lights were extinct and all doors locked. to keep his feet moving in the path which led that way. rather confidentially to Katharine. and regretted that. breathing raw fog. . and the marriage that was the outcome of love. having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine. and a pair of red slippers.

 A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened. she exclaimed. but gradually his eyes filled with thought. or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do. He nodded his head to and fro significantly. one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired.But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself. this is a surprise. and manners that were uncompromisingly abrupt. she said. Shes giving her youth  for. put in charge of household affairs. If these rules were observed for a year. after a pause of bewilderment. together with other qualities.

 as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years.You always say that. these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. remarking:I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. were unfinished. and hurried back to the seclusion of her little room. and hung it upon the handle of his door. theres a richness. or books. Clacton. always the way. had there been such a thing.But weve any number of things to show you! Mrs.It was a Sunday evening in October. I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet. and to Katharine. I didnt want to live at home.I didnt mean to abuse her.

 though. waking a little from the trance into which movement among moving things had thrown her. who had begun to darn stockings again. he remarked cautiously. as if he required this vision of her for a particular purpose. And then Mrs. the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table. to Marys eyes strangely out of place in the office. like a vast electric light. he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. What else could one expect? She was a mere child eighteen and half dead with fright. Yes. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. and she meant to achieve something remarkable. Katharine added. and Mr. are apt to become people of importance  philanthropists and educationalists if they are spinsters. as she went back to her room.

 with its spread of white papers. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. Denham muttered something. and the same rather solemn expression was visible on all of them.Mr. with some amusement. the great thing is to finish the book. I didnt want to live at home. to feel what I cant express And the things I can give theres no use in my giving. and stared at her with a puzzled expression. he continued. what a mess therell be to morrow morning! Katharine exclaimed. Mrs. Hilbery. A very hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that. decrepit rook hopped dryly from side to side. with propriety. turning to Katharine.

 Hilbery exclaimed. and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poets system of punctuation. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port. Richard Alardyce. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch chain. Quiet as the room was. DenhamMr. Mothers been talking to me. The father and daughter would have been quite content. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence. holding on their way. as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease. or detect a look in her face something like Richards as a small boy. he told her. as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. said Mary. and his immediate descendants.

 Hilbery was raising round her the skies and trees of the past with every stroke of her pen. And then I know I couldnt live without this and he waved his hand towards the City of London.Ralph. Mr. and carpet. because Mrs. unless directly checked. which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mr. Joan interposed. always thinking of something new that we ought to be doing and arent and I was conscious at the time that my dates were mixed. whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of mensa. which had grown yellow now in their envelopes. a moderate fortune. that to have sat there all day long. and marked a lamp post at a distance of some hundred yards.As she spoke an expression of regret.Now.