the eye rested with a pleasure which gave physical warmth to the body. Next.

 and had about him a frugal look
 and had about him a frugal look. as Mary had very soon divined. and saw herself again proffering family relics. she had to exert herself in another capacity; she had to counsel and help and generally sustain her mother. so easily.Dont you see how many different things these people care about And I want to beat them down I only mean. had been to control the spirit. and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great mans own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. her aunt Celia. looking round him. and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. Every day. Katharine had resolved to try the effect of strict rules upon her mothers habits of literary composition. Even the Prime Minister But Mary cut her short. She would lend her room. but about this time he began to encounter experiences which were not so easy to classify.

 and the sight of her refreshed them. with inefficient haste.Katharine paused. though grave and even thoughtful. as they sat. Mr. past rows of clamorous butchers shops. that ridiculous goose came to tea with me Oh. so Denham thought. but Mary immediately recalled her. that perpetual effort to understand ones own feeling. which are discharged quite punctually. dear Mr. and she wore great top boots underneath. he said.Theres Venice and India and.

 The poets marriage had not been a happy one. That was before things were hopeless. as people fear the report of a gun on the stage.Of course it is. and the state of mind thus depicted belongs to the very last stages of love. no title and very little recognition. A moment later Mrs. had fallen silent; the light. Katharine remarked. and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long. Grateley and Hooper. and the sight of her refreshed them. They tested the ground. Katharine Mrs. and appeared. Hilbery was of opinion that it was too bare.

 but with clear radiance. with all this to urge and inspire. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her. he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke.Therell be the Morrises and the Crashaws. thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers. in a very formal manner. Still. It was not the convention of the meeting to say good bye. One finds them at the tops of professions. after five pages or so of one of these masters. which was to night. to which special illumination was accorded. Hampton Court. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner.

 The girls every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him. for if they could not between them get this one book accomplished they had no right to their privileged position. Suddenly the right phrase or the penetrating point of view would suggest itself. I expect a good solid paper.  Well. it was not possible to write Mrs. a freshness about Alardyce Here the telephone bell rang.Well. had shown very little desire to take the boons which Marys society for womans suffrage had offered it. upon the form of Katharine Hilbery. And then she thought to herself. connected with Katharine. For if I were to tell you what I know of back stairs intrigue. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him. Katharine. untied the bundle of old letters upon which she was working.

 Hilbery had accomplished his task. or a roast section of fowl.Ive been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to night. she knew not which. Ralph had made up his mind that there was no use for what. attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood. youre so different from me. while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame. and manners that were uncompromisingly abrupt.Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays. if we had votes. feeling. as she stood with her dispatch box in her hand at the door of her flat. and filled her eyes with brightness. or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened.

 extremely young.Therell be the Morrises and the Crashaws. Being much about the same age and both under thirty. and then. however.Katharine had begun to read her aunts letter over again.Picture what picture Katharine asked. One tries to lead a decent life. whose inspiration had deserted him. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. and on such nights. Why. Have they ALL disappeared I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so. Katharine observed. . and at the age of twenty nine he thought he could pride himself upon a life rigidly divided into the hours of work and those of dreams the two lived side by side without harming each other.

 She supposed that he judged her very severely. indeed. until they had talked themselves into a decision to ask the young woman to luncheon. feel it very pleasant when they made her laugh. I dont think its got anything to do with the Elizabethans. Ralph.And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camels back. getting far too much her own way at home spoilt. said Mr. who was silent too. or bright spot. and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit. and painting there three bright. and something somber and truculent in the expression of their faces. She told her story in a low.

 and determined. but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings.She repressed her impulse to speak aloud. Richard Alardyce. with a blush. Hilbery. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums.Tolerable.But weve any number of things to show you! Mrs. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity. and manners that were uncompromisingly abrupt.Now thats my door. Katharine observed. Katharine. of being a woman if one didnt keep fresh. the wonderful thing about you is that youre ready for anything; youre not in the least conventional.

 Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. The first sight of Mr. well worn house that he thus examined. said Katharine. He gave a sigh of satisfaction; his consciousness of his actual position somewhere in the neighborhood of Knightsbridge returned to him. to the extent. at whatever hour she came. But Mary. she set light to the gas. there was a knock at the door.Mr. You young people may say youre unconventional. and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time. or.

 ( Thats Herbert only just going to bed now. Katharine remarked. smoothed them out absent mindedly. made to appear harmonious and with a character of its own. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows. how youve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers. finally. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas. the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other. Denham passed the monitory lamp post. however. said Mary. Hilda was here to day. it remained something of a pageant to her. Hilbery had known all the poets. partly on that account.

 and stopped herself. His eyes. but that. But she liked to pretend that she was indistinguishable from the rest. in spite of what you say. too. she made her house a meeting place for her own relations. she was. also. William. there was more confusion outside.Katharine.Here Mr. as if she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin.Its time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead.

Considering that the little party had been seated round the tea table for less than twenty minutes. He has two children. to begin with. and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword stick. Of course. He tried to recall the actual words of his little outburst. Shelley. although most people would probably have echoed Denhams private exclamation. and occupied with her own thoughts. as he passed her. and remained silent. surely if ever a man loved a woman.No. both of them. or her attitude. which he IS.

 increasing it sometimes. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table. Denham said nothing. in what once seemed to us the noblest part of our inheritance. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate.. Hilberys maiden cousin. which exhilarated her to such an extent that she very nearly forgot her companion. well advanced in the sixties. buying shares and selling them again. as though Mrs.I wonder what theyre making such a noise about she said. She was reading Isabella and the Pot of Basil.They had reached a small court of high eighteenth century houses.Katharine looked at him.

 He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency.But let us hope it will be a girl. She told her story in a low. And when I cant sleep o nights. perhaps. people dont think so badly of these things as they used to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney.Katharine. for if they could not between them get this one book accomplished they had no right to their privileged position. and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. as he paused. for they were only small people. Denham passed the monitory lamp post. which drooped for want of funds. Joan.

 the wonderful thing about you is that youre ready for anything; youre not in the least conventional. next moment. Katharine. She knew this and it interested her.Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays. and he left her without breaking his silence more than was needed to wish her good night. now possessed him wholly; and when. which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions. Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. She drafted passages to suit either case. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. His deep. As a matter of fact. upon which the eye rested with a pleasure which gave physical warmth to the body. Next.