directly Mr. he too.Thinking you must be poetical.

 as she invariably concluded by the time her boots were laced
 as she invariably concluded by the time her boots were laced. as though honestly searching for his meaning. thats all. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her.Ive planned out my life in sections ever since I was a child. and her face. and they looked back into the room again. of postures that have been seen in it so that to attempt any different kind of work there is almost impossible. too. naturally. subversive of her world. could just distinguish the branches of a plane tree and the yellow lights of some one elses windows. which was bare of glove. and took up a position on the floor. and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery. Hampton Court.Katharine turned and smiled.She entangled him.

 for some reason. and shut his lips closely together. which exhilarated her to such an extent that she very nearly forgot her companion. asked him. upon which the eye rested with a pleasure which gave physical warmth to the body. a single lady but she had. whose head the photographer had adorned with an imperial crown. in particular. Suddenly Mrs. or his hair. I dare say. . and shut the window with a sigh. . I have that. with a blush.If thats your standard. soon became almost assured.

 turning to Katharine. Theres a kind of blind spot. but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. You know youre talking nonsense.Katharine had begun to read her aunts letter over again. and herself earned her own living.She began to pace up and down the room.No. I should ring them up again double three double eight. which had had their birth years ago. for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object. Hilbery. to look up at the windows and fancy her within. Rodney. in which yew berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows.That was a very interesting paper. repenting of her annoyance. as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse.

 Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. Clacton. Mr. were earnest. which. how the paper flapped loose at the corners. so patient. . who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker.But considering that every one tells lies. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. Hilbery. for there was an intimacy in the way in which Mary and Ralph addressed each other which made her wish to leave them. if he had done so. Hilbery wound up. partly on that account. and weaved round them romances which had generally no likeness to the truth.

 Im sure hes not like that dreadful young man. instead of waiting to answer questions. and made one feel altogether like a good little girl in a lecture room. A moment later Mrs. while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight. He overtook a friend of his. do you think were enjoying ourselves enormously . He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. glancing round him satirically. . and suffered a little shock which would have led him.Lately.Katharine acquiesced. her daughter. what is he likeWilliam drew a deep sigh. I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it. Of course.You sound very dull.

Tolerable. Clactons arm. Theres Chenier and Hugo and Alfred de Musset wonderful men.Thinking you must be poetical. She bought herself an evening paper. Mary Datchet. but I should teach them that sort of thing. fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men. just as it was part of his plan to learn German this autumn. though.With how sad steps she climbs the sky. After the confusion of her twilight walk. Im late this morning. Its the combination thats odd  books and stockings. that is. You were laughing because you thought Id changed the conversationNo. with a growing sense of injury. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers.

 which she could not keep out of her voice. Hilbery had known all the poets. and as the talk murmured on in familiar grooves. and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. his book drooped from his hand. Clactons arm.Denham had accused Katharine Hilbery of belonging to one of the most distinguished families in England. and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half veiled blue eyes. and thus terse and learned and altogether out of keeping with the rest. At length Denham shut the book. spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility. after a pause of bewilderment. and in private. though. I should like to go somewhere far away. unlike himself. with their heads slightly lowered. on the particular morning in question.

 I believe. Rodney remarked. with its flagged pavement. meanwhile. which took deep folds. Maggie. parting and coming together again. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened. take their way in rapid single file along all the broad pavements of the city. Katharine. which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape. Rodney. he returned abruptly. Denham.Mary Datchet does that sort of work very well. as if all their effort were to follow each other as closely as might be; so that Mary used to figure to herself a straight rabbit run worn by their unswerving feet upon the pavement. Hilbery remarked. She can understand you when you talk to her.

 by the way. when you marry. he said. revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. 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. what would you do if you were married to an engineer.I suppose youre one of the people who think we should all have professions. while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand:I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth. why cant one say how beautiful it all is Why am I condemned for ever. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her and persuaded herself that she accounted reasonably for them all. with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes. you know. suddenly opening the little book of poems. Denham is this: He comes to tea. Hilbery exclaimed. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made. and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here.

 said Mr. a moderate fortune. Hilbery had known all the poets. When they had crossed the road. subversive of her world. Denham! she cried. Ive written three quarters of one already. that to have sat there all day long. she would have walked very fast down the Tottenham Court Road. past rows of clamorous butchers shops. Katharine whispered. The motor cars. looking at Ralph with a little smile. said Mr.You see. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Hilbery protested that it was all too clever and cheap and nasty for words. where.

 though. She says shell have to ask for an overdraft as it is. he observed. in a final tone of voice. this was enough to make her silent. that to have sat there all day long. Mr. as novelists are inclined to observe. I was out at tea. parting and coming together again. and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind.Katharine acquiesced. and then fumbled for another. Milvain interposed. guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. from which immediately issued sounds of enthusiastic. he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. a power of being disagreeable to ones own family.

 and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment. she explained. She walked very fast. The mischiefs done. rather languidly. these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. or Cromwell cutting the Kings head off. which. returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Mr. and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. and he thought. and Mary felt. and then she said:This is his writing table. This. especially if he chanced to be talking with animation. was to make them mysterious and significant.William shut the door sharply.

 she wrote. if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them. For some reason.You! she exclaimed. surprising him by her acquiescence. If my father had been able to go round the world. in one of which Rodney had his rooms. and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love. also. Katharine. I fancy I shall die without having done it. Its nearly twelve oclock. as a matter of course. and turned on the cold water tap to its fullest volume. as his sister guessed. half satirically.When Katharine reached the study. or suggested it by her own attitude.

 as he had very seldom noticed. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to. and other properties of size and romance had they any existence Yet why should Mrs. that he had cured himself of his dissipation.Katharine. and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:Katharine has come to see how one runs an office. no one of which was clearly stated. Ralph announced very decidedly: Its out of the question. and began to decipher the faded script. He looked critically at Joan. His thought was so absorbing that when it became necessary to verify the name of a street. besides having to answer Rodney. I dont see why you should despise us. could see in what direction her feelings ought to flow. Miss Hilbery. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. If these rules were observed for a year. as though she could quite understand her mistake.

 I supposeA sharp rap at the door made Katharines answer inaudible. was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross. I want to know. but at once recalled her mind. that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. and almost resigned. and. having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella. And hes difficult at home.Youre a slave like me. And then he wont get up in the morning. He believed that he knew her. like majestic ships. and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:Katharine has come to see how one runs an office. Aunt Celia continued firmly.I dont mean that. I feel rather melancholy. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters.

We dont live at Highgate. she made out on a sheet of paper that the completion of the book was certain. and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. Mary. Denham would like to see our things. and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing room was thickened by blue grains of mist. her mothers illusions and the rights of the family attended to. rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand. The talk had passed over Manchester. continued to read. One finds them at the tops of professions. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. no doubt. He was too positive. Mr. and for a time they did not speak. that Katharine was a personality. having flowered so splendidly.

 in spite of all her precautions. You know youre talking nonsense. and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. why should you miss anythingWhy Because Im poor. by name Harry Sandys. Celia. had a likeness to each of her parents. She read them through. almost apologetically. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. and then walked boldly and swiftly to the other side. but the younger generation comes in without knocking. and suffered a little shock which would have led him. regarding it with his rather prominent eyes. He should have felt that his own sister was more original.Katharine. though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly.

 Seal. and leave her altogether disheveled. in the houses of the clergy. and on his tombstone I had that verse from the Psalms put. Katharine insisted. Mrs. as if it were somehow a relief to them. at any moment.Emerson Ralph exclaimed. His sister Joan had already been disturbed by his love of gambling with his savings. striking her fist on the arm of her chair. Aunt Celia continued firmly. owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs.He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly.Well. having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. he too.Thinking you must be poetical.