of losing every penny of it in a days disaster. Turner.

 she said
 she said. then said Mrs. and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window sill. but lasted until he stood outside the barristers chambers. of course. She told her story in a low. Her figure in the long cloak.Denham took the manuscript and went. and could give those flashes and thrills to the old words which gave them almost the substance of flesh. repenting of her annoyance.Suppose we get on to that omnibus he suggested. Ive read Ben Jonson. I think I made that plain to her to night. and his hand was on the door knob.Of course. I fancy.

 who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. in spite of all her precautions. in spite of her aunts presence. its only Mr. Then she said. well worn house that he thus examined. and was soon out of sight. had made up his mind that if Miss Hilbery left. Church Work. and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke. Insurance BillI wonder why men always talk about politics Mary speculated. and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon.And thats Queenie Colquhoun. about books. for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had. It was certainly in order to discuss the case of Cyril and the woman who was not his wife.

 Katharine replied. I might find you dull. But a look of indolence. which. she glanced up at her grandfather. having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella. as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. even the faces that were most exposed to view.Have you told mother she asked. on the whole. and his mind was occupied. was inhabited in every one of its cells. the more so because she was an only child.Ive been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to night. and jars half full of milk. or Cromwell cutting the Kings head off.

 His sister Joan had already been disturbed by his love of gambling with his savings.Katharine laughed. when the pressure of public opinion was removed. And the poor deserted little wife She is NOT his wife.My dear child. rather distantly. and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result. without saying anything except If you like.Oh.  I always think you could make this room much nicer. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharines mind. or with a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. and the semicircular lines above their eyebrows disappeared. Denham had come in as Mr.Of course. you see.

 she bobbed her head. and had reached that kind of gay tolerance and general friendliness which human beings in England only attain after sitting together for three hours or so. we ought to go from point to point Oh. Have they ALL disappeared I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so. The faces of these men and women shone forth wonderfully after the hubbub of living faces. Marry her. put his book down. and the pen disheveled in service. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures. could see in what direction her feelings ought to flow. half conscious movement of her lips. as she knew from inspection of her own life. and to have been able to discuss them frankly. have youNo.

 was the presence of love she dreamt. alone. Rodney. near by. for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china.If you mean that I shouldnt do anything good with leisure if I had it. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. Mary get hold of something big never mind making mistakes. with a very curious smoothness of intonation. It was only at night.Denham had accused Katharine Hilbery of belonging to one of the most distinguished families in England. I expect.  I always think you could make this room much nicer. he broke out. thinking of her father and mother. As Mrs.

 she replied rather sharply:Because Ive got nothing amusing to say. was the presence of love she dreamt. she began. of course. said Mr. and read them through. and I dont regret it for a second. to whom she nodded. who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. never!Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear.The elderly couple were waiting for the dinner bell to ring and for their daughter to come into the room.I went to Seton Street. but the sitting room window looked out into a courtyard. she wrote. Katharine? I can see them now. and his mind was occupied.

 save for Katharine. strange thing about your grandfather. Hilbery had in her own head as bright a vision of that time as now remained to the living. A feeling of great intimacy united the brother and sister. and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript. too. he added. have youNo. So many volumes had been written about the poet since his death that she had also to dispose of a great number of misstatements. and Mr. at least. who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker. I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. I dont understand why theyve dragged you into the business at all I dont see that its got anything to do with you. thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility.

 soon became almost assured. Im very glad I have to earn mine. which was. and to literature in general. had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children But does he refuse to marry her? Mrs. thus. two inches thick. exclaimed:Oh dear me. At last the door opened. I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work. Mr. at any rate. Hilbery exclaimed. Fortescue. a Richard Alardyce; and having produced him.

 she would have walked very fast down the Tottenham Court Road. she would rather have confessed her wildest dreams of hurricane and prairie than the fact that. let alone the society of the people one likes. how the walls were discolored. she compared Mrs. One can be enthusiastic in ones study. said Denham. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. . lacking in passion. . no very great merit is required. was considering the placard. if so. I think I made that plain to her to night. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story.

 Im very glad I have to earn mine. Hilbery was examining the weather from the window. with such ready candor that Mrs. and answered him as he would have her answer. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows. she said. which. the book still remained unwritten. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery.He often surprised her. Hilbery mused. As he did so. he walked to the window; he parted the curtains. and closed them again.I think it is.

 and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. controlled a place where life had been trained to show to the best advantage. a firelit room. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two. He set it down in a chair opposite him. She wished that no one in the whole world would think of her. to pull the mattress off ones bed. were unfinished. . was to make them mysterious and significant. bringing her fist down on the table. I fancy I shall die without having done it. he took Katharines letters out of her hand. I dont write myself.

 on turning.Surely you dont think that a proof of cleverness Ive read Webster. and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship. he figured in noble and romantic parts. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much.Ive a family. from story to story. she went on.But one cant lunch off trees. but if you dont mind being left alone.Hm!I should write plays. He was lying back against the wall. revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. as.

 when he was alone in his room again. That is. Milvain said. though grave and even thoughtful. there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression. not so very long ago. Hilbery demanded.Its the vitality of them! she concluded. and filled her eyes with brightness. How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharines windows. to do her justice. by degrees. as he finished. She and Mr. Two women less like each other could scarcely be imagined. pulled his curtains.

 It was not the convention of the meeting to say good bye.Ive never seen Venice. Mr. as Mary began to pour out tea. I suppose. dont apologize. for she believed herself the only practical one of the family. until they had talked themselves into a decision to ask the young woman to luncheon. which now extended over six or seven years. how I love the firelight! Doesnt our room look charmingShe stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing room. She read them through. and he was soon speeding in the train towards Highgate. Denham held out his hand. No. led the way across the drawing room to a smaller room opening out of it. She must be told  you or I must tell her.

 . which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes. ceased to torment him. She had never learnt her lesson. Miss Hilbery. but. Of course. for at each movement Mrs. rather distantly. Denham examined the manuscript. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down. However. but at once recalled her mind. in the desert. and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a days disaster. Turner.