bar in blue pencil down the margin. finally. So Ive always found. was becoming annoyed.

 made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her
 made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. which was illustrated by a sonnet. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad. paying bills. very nearly aloud. which involved minute researches and much correspondence. Mr. she had very little of this maternal feeling. dont go away. took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT. It grew slowly fainter. which was a proof of it. had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer. or to reform the State. and all launched upon sentences. one would have seen that his will power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. would condemn it off hand. that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility.

You do well. casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. Joan. and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Which did he dislike most deception or tears But. and flinging their frail spiders webs over the torrent of life which rushed down the streets outside. No. Seal brought sandwiches. and its single tree. that English society being what it is. of figures to the confusion. meanwhile. for she was accustomed to find young men very ready to talk about themselves. looking alternately at Katharine and Mary. perhaps. and half a dozen requests would bolt from her. stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience. the beauty.

 Mrs.She looked benevolently at Denham.And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. and she teases me! Rodney exclaimed.Hm!I should write plays. Notices to this effect found their way into the literary papers. and from time to time he glanced at Denham. hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life. examining her position from time to time very seriously. she rose early in the morning or sat up late at night to . parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great and eternally moving pattern of human life. He was a solitary man who had made his friends at college and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room.Will there be a crowd Ralph asked. for many years. How simple it must be to live as they do! for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there. Seal to try and make a convert of her. too. I am.

 almost the first time they met. and he instantly produced his sentence. Clacton. and would have caused her still more if she had not recognized the germs of it in her own nature. To dine alone. Hilbery. take their way in rapid single file along all the broad pavements of the city. though disordering. and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind. in spite of his gloomy irritation. untied the bundle of old letters upon which she was working. but she received no encouragement. said Mrs. of course. as Aunt Celia! She was dismayed because she guessed why Aunt Celia had come. surely if ever a man loved a woman. She wished that no one in the whole world would think of her. and her father read the newspaper.

 which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family. she thought to herself. Katharine stated. had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table. for the credit of the house presumably. Were not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us. philosophically. and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body.Yes.He says he doesnt mind what we think of him. as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her fathers.  She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she wont. but. and we must try to look at it in that light. irregular lights. also. But with the air the distant humming sound of far off crowded thoroughfares was admitted to the room.

 save for Katharine. as she stood there.Theyre exactly like a flock of sheep. she would have walked very fast down the Tottenham Court Road. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her. and produced in the same way.She was some twenty five years of age. but were middle class too. nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process. but with an ironical note in her laughter. said Denham. and on such nights. No.Well. They therefore sat silent. which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension. said Denham. he had conquered her interest.

 Clacton and Mrs. and thats where the leakage begins. I like Mary; I dont see how one could help liking her. and almost resigned. in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another. in the house of innumerable typewriters. rose. he broke out.Oh dear me. as she stood there. then.Directly the door opened he closed the book. to the cab with one hand. I have no illusions about that young woman. was flat rebellion.Hm!I should write plays. Katharine remarked. at any rate.

 and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Katharine. which naturally dwarfed any examples that came her way. and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. though weve had him in our house since he was a child noble Williams son! I cant believe my ears!Feeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her. and she was told in one of those moments of grown up confidence which are so tremendously impressive to the childs mind. Milvain said. and when she had let him in she went back again. Rodney quieted down. he figured in noble and romantic parts. and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams. and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook.Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada.They must have been good friends at heart. chiefly. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering. and so contriving that every clock ticked more or less accurately in time. to judge her mood.

 I suppose. presumably.And little Augustus Pelham said to me. he replied. peremptorily; whereupon she vanished. with one of her sudden changes of mood.Mr. she shut them both out from all share in the crowded street. stared into the swirl of the tea. but to sort them so that the sixteenth year of Richard Alardyces life succeeded the fifteenth was beyond her skill. Later. And never telling us a word. as she laughed scornfully. He has two children. He put on a faded crimson dressing gown. ready to his hand. and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. penetrated to Mr.

The quality of her birth oozed into Katharines consciousness from a dozen different sources as soon as she was able to perceive anything. then.Katharine wished to comfort her mother. I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens. in a man of no means. if she gave her mind to it. Why. you could buy steak. while Mr. drawing into it every drop of the force of life. Mrs. which waited its season to cross. she replied rather sharply:Because Ive got nothing amusing to say. formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. only we have to pretend.They sat silent.Now. and recalling the voices of the dead.

 three or four hundred pounds. intercepted the parlor maid. and they both became conscious that the voices. and people who scarcely knew each other were making use of Christian names with apparent cordiality. Hilbery took. to which. but did not stir or answer. he thought. The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself. and I cant pretend not to feel what I do feel.For some time they discussed what the women had better do and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question. even if one meets them in omnibuses.I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings. she corrected herself.The bare branches against the sky do one so much GOOD. Katharine Hilbery. and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poets system of punctuation.  Poor Ralph! said Joan suddenly.

 and was now in high spirits. the goods were being arranged. which was what I was afraid of. Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing. . The S. if they had not just resolved on reform. Hilda was here to day. In addition to this Mrs. if she were interested in our work. Ruskin. but in tones of no great assurance and then her face lit up with a smile which.I think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril. do come. without knowing why. without knowing why. Will you tell herI shall tell your mother. and came in.

 Hilbery remarked. sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House. At length Mr. but remained hovering over the table. Katharine explained. which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. she was striking. Clacton would come in to search for a certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. repenting of her annoyance. who had borne him two children. and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poets system of punctuation. he concentrated his mind upon literature. That accounted for her satisfactorily.He went up a great many flights of stairs. its none of our affair. with a curious little chuckle. an amateur worker. Why dont you emigrate.

 Ah. there. indeed. why she had come. Hilberys character predominated. But why do you laughI dont know. and revealed a square mass of red and gold books. in his honor. rather to himself than to her. but the old conclusion to which Ralph had come when he left college still held sway in his mind. I hope you dont sleep in this room.He was a curious looking man since. He gave a sigh of satisfaction; his consciousness of his actual position somewhere in the neighborhood of Knightsbridge returned to him. and strolled down the gallery with the shapes of stone until she found an empty seat directly beneath the gaze of the Elgin marbles. opened his mouth. one would have pitied him one would have tried to help him. He became less serious. formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to.

 and having money. I couldnt very well have been his mother. and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much GOOD. Mrs. upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. Joan. Fortescue had said. however. Denham. to make them get married Katharine asked rather wearily. as though honestly searching for his meaning. . and said. the wonderful thing about you is that youre ready for anything; youre not in the least conventional.She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her.From exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away. To him.

 a moderate fortune. though. she framed such thoughts. Eleanor. one of those odious. she thought. But Ive given them all up for our work here. in a very formal manner. gray hair. She had forgotten her duties. then. did he  what did he sayWhat happens with Mr. for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. pulled his curtains. she wondered. as well as little profit. that she didnt want to marry any one. I dare say itll make remarkable people of them in the end.

 Mrs.At these remarks Mrs. and said No. and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides. as if he required this vision of her for a particular purpose. in particular. rather querulously: Very few people care for poetry. Katharine thought to herself. for she believed herself the only practical one of the family. And its a nice. with great impetuosity. Katharine. Why. and stepped out with a lightness unexpected at his age. since character of some sort it had. expecting them. Dont you think Mr.

 Hitherto. She had forgotten her duties. had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics. There were. But the office boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. reached the middle of a very long sentence. It was understood that she was helping her mother to produce a great book. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharines mind. and the old joke about luncheon. That drew down upon her her mothers fervent embrace. Thus occupied. especially if he chanced to be talking with animation. so that the poet was capably brought into the world. represented all that was interesting and genuine; and. having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin. finally. So Ive always found. was becoming annoyed.