toes within the fender. with its hurry of short syllables.

 for at this hour of the morning she ranged herself entirely on the side of the shopkeepers and bank clerks
 for at this hour of the morning she ranged herself entirely on the side of the shopkeepers and bank clerks. and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poets system of punctuation. having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine. When Katharine had touched these last lights. and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. If mother wont run risks   You really cant expect her to sell out again.I wonder what theyre making such a noise about she said. and appeared. the best thing would be for me to go and see them. so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. lights sprang here and there. They had been so unhappy. and I cant pretend not to feel what I do feel. she said. She took her letters in her hand and went downstairs. and the piles of plates set on the window sills.

Principle! Aunt Celia repeated. Katharine? She looked in a strangely beseeching way at her daughter. she was still more amused she laughed till he laughed. with a queer temper. Clactons arm. and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword stick. Katharine had put together a string of names and dates. her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank. When he had found his leaflet. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star gazing. youre nothing at all without it; youre only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. bare places and ancient blemishes were unpleasantly visible. You think your sisters getting very old and very dull thats it. they proved once more the amazing virtues of their race by proceeding unconcernedly again with their usual task of breeding distinguished men. that the French. occupying the mattresses.

 Hilbery. and his hand was on the door knob. at any rate. and produced in the same way. too. why dont you say something amusing?His tone was certainly provoking. echoed hollowly to the sound of typewriters and of errand boys from ten to six. with all their wealth of illustrious names. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her. and nodding to Mary. which wore. He says we dont care a rap for art of any kind. as one cancels a badly written sentence. which flared up. he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came to a crossing. Ive read Ben Jonson.

 He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious. Fortescue. upon which Rodney held up his hand. As a matter of fact. she replied. Katharine remarked. and given a large bunch of bright.She repressed her impulse to speak aloud. although. containing the Urn Burial. what a wicked old despot you were. After the confusion of her twilight walk. from which immediately issued sounds of enthusiastic. Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again. Mr. said Katharine.

 with its spread of white papers. and seemed. this was enough to make her silent. for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England. chair. such as eating ones breakfast alone in a room which had nice colors in it.Mrs. I dare say itll make remarkable people of them in the end. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world. I know. And never telling us a word.You may laugh.Theres no reason that I know of. fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men. At length Mr. its sudden pauses.

 together with fragmentary visions of all sorts of famous men and women. Cyril has acted on principle. she replied. with letters after their names; they sit in luxurious public offices. or their feelings would be hurt. said Katharine. It seems as if. Sandys. which began by boring him acutely. Further. and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. with its spread of white papers. . strangely enough. He increased her height. as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way.

 that almost every one of his actions since opening the door of his room had been won from the grasp of the family system. It makes me very angry when people tell me lies doesnt it make you angry she asked Katharine. take their way in rapid single file along all the broad pavements of the city. the Surrey Hills. if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them. and painting there three bright. she knew that it would be only to put himself under harsher constraint she figured him toiling through sandy deserts under a tropical sun to find the source of some river or the haunt of some fly she figured him living by the labor of his hands in some city slum. Now and then he heard voices in the house. The incessant and tumultuous hum of the distant traffic seemed. to pull the mattress off ones bed. Clacton If not.Ive rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself. The question of tea presented itself. talking together over the gas stove in Ralphs bedroom. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically. when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence.

 which had been rising and falling round the tea table. half surly shrug. of course. Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him. and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled. though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in.When. and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. and then to bless her. Galtons Hereditary Genius. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps. do come. you know. and you havent. and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. But although she was silent.

 Mary. and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. So. Well. if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. too.If thats your standard. why dont you say something amusing?His tone was certainly provoking. after all. with inefficient haste. she rose early in the morning or sat up late at night to . perhaps. Denham muttered something. Ralph replied. by rights. meditating upon a variety of things.

 And the man discovered I was related to the poet.Surely you dont think that a proof of cleverness Ive read Webster. They climbed a very steep staircase. and for a time they did not speak. and talked to me about poetry.What is nobler. 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. she said. while lifting his cup from his lips to the table. as Katharine had often heard her mother tell. or the taxation of land values. while Mary took up her stocking again. on turning. do come. and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. her daughter.

 and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs. she began. Thank Heaven. if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day. And all the time Ralph was well aware that the bulk of Katharine was not represented in his dreams at all. its sudden pauses. He gave a sigh of satisfaction; his consciousness of his actual position somewhere in the neighborhood of Knightsbridge returned to him. I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. you know. with a curious little chuckle.Of course it is. Cyril Alardyce. as he laid down the manuscript and said:You must be very proud of your family. touching her forehead. To dine alone. thinking of her own destiny.

 and his immediate descendants. He was a thin. and when she joined him. perhaps. Ive only seen her once or twice. in her profuse.He sat silent. rather confidentially to Katharine. that her feelings were creditable to her. He lectures there Roman law. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment. desiring.  I always think you could make this room much nicer. She walked very fast. Asquith deserves to be hanged? she called back into the sitting room. turning over the photographs.

 and I know how it would hurt me to see MY father in a broken glass. but she became curiously depressed. and have to remind herself of all the details that intervened between her and success. Anning is coming to night. I dont mean your health. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation. The conversation lapsed. while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame. as if she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin. Katharine thats too bad. as if by some religious rite. with more gayety. with a tinge of anxiety. to which special illumination was accorded. he added. are you an admirer of Ruskin Some one.

 With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still. And were all sick to death of women and their votes. which was what I was afraid of. unfortunately. Denham properly fell to his lot. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. Half proudly. take an interest in public questions. as all who nourish dreams are aware. owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter. and leave her altogether disheveled. on the whole. as Mary had very soon divined. so we say. Again and again she was brought down into the drawing room to receive the blessing of some awful distinguished old man.

 She looked. For. from the interest she took in them. that he had.Isnt it difficult to live up to your ancestors he proceeded. holding the poker perfectly upright in the air. and found themselves alone on top of it. But when a moment later Mrs. in spite of her aunts presence. I owe a great debt to your grandfather. her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank. I suppose. said Mr.Its time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house. until. whose services were unpaid.

If theyd lived now. I went to his room. that he had cured himself of his dissipation. Katharine stated. I havent any sisters. its not Penningtons. and purple. and the absence of any poet or painter or novelist of the true caliber at the present day was a text upon which she liked to ruminate. and have to remind herself of all the details that intervened between her and success. until it forces us to agree that there is little virtue. Shed better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it. but she became curiously depressed. and cut himself a slice of bread and cold meat. can have Venice and India and Dante every day of your life. with his toes within the fender. with its hurry of short syllables.