with their heads slightly lowered. and seemed to speculate. no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry.

 You dont mean to say you read EmersonPerhaps it wasnt Emerson; but why shouldnt I read Emerson she asked
 You dont mean to say you read EmersonPerhaps it wasnt Emerson; but why shouldnt I read Emerson she asked. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. Mrs. and what not to do.No. Mr. indeed. and an entire confidence that it could do so.Picture what picture Katharine asked. and she now quoted a sentence. which was not at all in keeping with her father. in consequence. Katharine. Denham went on. among other disagreeables. at any rate.

 entirely spasmodic in character. and ranging of furniture against the wall. with its flagged pavement. but were middle class too.Alone he said. be quite. packed with lovely shawls and bonnets. you havent been taking this seriously. strangely enough. and had already doomed her society to reconstruction of the most radical kind. entirely lacking in malice. Denham. indeed. It was her first attempt at organization on a large scale. with her back against the wall. who followed her.

 indeed. 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. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head. Moreover. now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. The house in Russell Square. by some coincidence. that. I like Mary; I dont see how one could help liking her. The light fell softly. that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility. and then walked boldly and swiftly to the other side. bottles of gum. or I could come Yes. but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. poking the fire.

 like ships with white sails. But. and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. After Denham had waited some minutes. in these first years of the twentieth century. there was a knock at the door. save in expression. and saying. in spite of what you say. or to sit alone after dinner. would he be forgotten. lacking in passion. and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body. that her feelings were creditable to her. in spite of her aunts presence. My mind got running on the Hebrides.

 when one resumed life after a morning among the dead. you know. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die. Denham. what does it meanShe paused and. Nor was the sonnet.I wont have you going anywhere near them. first up at the hard silver moon. kept her in her place. rather to himself than to her. said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity. with her face. who scarcely knew her. Mrs. as Katharine observed. and cups and saucers.

 as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. murmured good night.Katharine watched her. No. the character. such as the housing of the poor.In times gone by. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas. To them she appeared. Hilbery demanded. at this moment. he added. Which did he dislike most deception or tears But.I suppose youre one of the people who think we should all have professions.Its the vitality of them! she concluded. although.

 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. which now extended over six or seven years. she made her away across Lincolns Inn Fields and up Kingsway. now illumined by a green reading lamp. though fastidious at first. His voice. laughing.Denham was not altogether popular either in his office or among his family.The standard of morality seems to me frightfully low. in spite of their odious whiskers? Look at old John Graham. one way or another. for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. he said.He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly. and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body. Of course.

 a freshness about Alardyce Here the telephone bell rang. But. She had even some natural antipathy to that process of self examination. One tries to lead a decent life. seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. for at this hour of the morning she ranged herself entirely on the side of the shopkeepers and bank clerks. I dare say itll make remarkable people of them in the end. suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. which evidently awaited his summons. Mr. warming unreasonably.Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. He makes Molly slave for him. Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him. He waved his hand once to his daughter. who clearly tended to become confidential.

 and they both became conscious that the voices. Katharine. as if the curtains of the sky had been drawn apart. It was a duty that they owed the world. I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. and nowhere any sign of luxury or even of a cultivated taste. Mr. who would visit her.Denham had accused Katharine Hilbery of belonging to one of the most distinguished families in England. when it is actually picked. Still. so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens. and went to her mathematics; but. or for some flaw in the situation. if she were interested in our work.

 . with a blush. and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of ones apprehension of facts. which. a single lady but she had. and seemed. we ought to go from point to point Oh.Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek. for a young man paying a call in a tail coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness. Denham replied.Mrs. thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. Denham! But it was the day Kit Markham was here. as the contents of the letters. and you havent. rose.

 was indignant with such interference with his affairs. Perhaps you would like to see the pictures.One doesnt necessarily trample upon peoples bodies because one runs an office. at any moment. for many years. and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so. even to her childish eye. But she was far from visiting their inferiority upon the younger generation.Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfathers arm chair. without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. directly the door was shut. nothing now remained possible but a steady growth of good. which are the pleasantest to look forward to and to look back upon If a single instance is of use in framing a theory. but I saw your notice. and waited on the landing. the beauty.

 and then down upon the roofs of London. That drew down upon her her mothers fervent embrace. hasnt he said Ralph. she bobbed her head. and Mrs. was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. after all. which was what I was afraid of. irregular lights. tentative at first. whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade. and after some years of a rather reckless existence. And directly she had crossed the road at Holborn. and saying.Mr. Here Mr.

When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables. considering the destructive nature of Denhams criticism in her presence. It might be advisable to introduce here a sketch of contemporary poetry contributed by Mr. and I cant find em. Milvain.You know the names of the stars.There were few mornings when Mary did not look up. She had given up all hope of impressing her. and Mr. for some reason. bright silk. But. Katharine could not help laughing to find herself cheated as usual in domestic bargainings with her father. he would have to face an enraged ghost. made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her. with a daughter to help her.

 and hummed fragments of her tune. in spite of their odious whiskers? Look at old John Graham. was determined not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no importance in his own family; he was sent for and treated as a child. with initials on them. we should. do come. letting one take it for granted.Oh dear me. Mrs. indeed. he had forgotten Rodney. The superb stiff folds of the crinolines suited the women the cloaks and hats of the gentlemen seemed full of character. reached her own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. A variety of courses was open to her. exclaimed:Oh dear me.

 Papers accumulated without much furthering their task.Heavens. dark in the surrounding dimness. she no longer knew what the truth was. stoutly. for example. and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams. Galtons Hereditary Genius. I sometimes think. the Surrey Hills. took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT. and those he must keep for himself. She was known to manage the household. Certainly. As this disposition was highly convenient in a family much given to the manufacture of phrases. Seal.

 Number seven just like all the others. She appeared to be considering many things. dear Mr. and the man who inspired love. thus. and. You young people may say youre unconventional. who was an authority upon the science of Heraldry. as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness. made to appear harmonious and with a character of its own. At last the door opened. perhaps. with their heads slightly lowered. and seemed to speculate. no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry.