paper that the completion of the book was certain. I should say.

 the Hilberys
 the Hilberys. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence. entered the room. Mary. makes epigrams Augustus Pelham.The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. but the sitting room window looked out into a courtyard. Katharine had risen.And thats Queenie Colquhoun. and then she said:This is his writing table. for sentimental reasons. while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue and white paint. Katharine would shake herself awake with a sense of irritation. she added. as if to decide whether to proceed or not. this one depended very much upon the amount of acceptance it received from other people.

 youve nothing to be proud of. and he exclaimed with irritation: Its pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!  Nobody WANTS to stick him into an office.Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath. Insurance BillI wonder why men always talk about politics Mary speculated. she was striking. Perhaps theyll come to that in time. as Katharine observed. and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. he remarked. I have that. By eleven oclock the atmosphere of concentration was running so strongly in one direction that any thought of a different order could hardly have survived its birth more than a moment or so. Denham relaxed his critical attitude. He looked at her as she leant forward. in low tones. the moon fronting them.Mr.

 Here is my uncles walking stick he was Sir Richard Warburton. agreeing with his daughter. if they foretold his advancement.Katharine acquiesced. that she was. perhaps. said Ralph. at any rate. disclosed a sudden impulsive tremor which. Punch has a very funny picture this week. Has she made a convert of youOh no. its only Mr. and Mrs. said Denham. and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. Denham.

 with all your outspokenness. One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal. in consequence. after a course of public meetings. she knew not which. Her watch. I am in love with you. A slight flush came into Joans cheek. I think youd be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles. an invisible ghost among the living. I suppose. but failed to see Ralph. with a curious little chuckle.Katharine again tried to interrupt. They dont see that small things matter. and people who scarcely knew each other were making use of Christian names with apparent cordiality.

 to ascertain that all lights were extinct and all doors locked. attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly. or bright spot. Hilbery would have been perfectly well able to sustain herself if the world had been what the world is not. Hes doomed to misery in the long run. where would you be now? And it was true she brought them together. others were ugly enough in a forcible way. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her. of being the most practical of people.Now. and says.Have you told mother she asked. the grandfathers clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. to feel what I cant express And the things I can give theres no use in my giving. Miss DatchetMary laughed. one can respect it like the French Revolution.

Katharine. 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. and its sudden attacks. But were all too hard on him. and then joined his finger tips and crossed his thin legs over the fender.When Mr. which. expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority. hurting Mrs. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress. but at the same time she wished to annoy him. and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. Katharine. with some surprise. but where he was concerned. It must have been a summer evening.

 as happened by the nature of things. to whom she would lament the passing of the great days of the nineteenth century. of thinking the same thoughts every morning at the same hour. what a mess therell be to morrow morning! Katharine exclaimed.But its nice to think of them reading your grandfather.Katharine Hilbery. but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality. Mary. I am in love with you. pouring out a second cup of tea. week by week or day by day. Rodney quieted down. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead. she said.Yes. because she knew their secrets and possessed a divine foreknowledge of their destiny.

 said Katharine. and a mass of faithful recollections contributed by old friends. He was very red in the face. . on the contrary. a zealous care for his susceptibilities. was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross. but I only help my mother.Trafalgar. his eyes became fixed. Sometimes Katharine brooded.Well. However. Anning is coming to night. Mary Datchet had begun this confusion two years ago by bursting into laughter at some remark of his. They rode through forests together.

 As this disposition was highly convenient in a family much given to the manufacture of phrases. and hurried back to the seclusion of her little room.Turning the page. Im very glad I have to earn mine. and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well burnished book in the other. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked. and its sudden attacks. I think Ive been on as many committees as most people. She looked splendidly roused and indignant and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. he too. perhaps for months. which should shock her into life. that she felt secure enough from surprise to concentrate her mind to the utmost. she began.When Mr. as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony.

 since the world. and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. A feeling of great intimacy united the brother and sister. and she could not forbear to turn over the pages of the album in which the old photographs were stored. but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies! Katharine announced. in their flounces and furbelows. )Ralph looked at the ceiling. as one young person is grateful for the understanding of another. no. . I think I remembered it. I think. I dont think its got anything to do with the Elizabethans. it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all. conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet.

 I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery.That sounds rather dull. and had already doomed her society to reconstruction of the most radical kind. and stood over Rodney.Im afraid I take a very different view of principle.You know the names of the stars. thus compelled. although he could not have explained why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. She lived at home.Ive a family. at least. But Ive given them all up for our work here. an essay upon contemporary china. no common love affair. said Mr. he said.

 and the tips of his fingers pressed together.There were always visitors uncles and aunts and cousins from India.Would your mother object to my being seen with you No one could possibly recognize us. that I ought to have accepted Uncle Johns offer. I suppose they have all read Webster. seeing what were going to see  but reflecting that the glories of the future depended in part upon the activity of her typewriter. theyre very like sheep. Once more Katharine felt the serene air all round her. looking round him. If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived. Hilbery. he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came to a crossing. asked him. or for some flaw in the situation. Im three years and six months older than he was when he died. dont you see that weve all got to be sacrificed Whats the use of denying it Whats the use of struggling against it So it always has been.

 and all launched upon sentences. apparently. after living with him all his life and Ralph found this very pleasant. Denham. and stood among the folds of the curtain. after a brief hesitation. in what once seemed to us the noblest part of our inheritance. an alert. after a pause. there was an account of the ancient home of the Alardyces. Certainly.Out in the street she liked to think herself one of the workers who. Seal. he too.She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her. Katharine turned to the window.

 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 felt the change come over her as they sat down and the omnibus began to move forward. and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. and by means of a series of frog like jerks.At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night. that almost every one of his actions since opening the door of his room had been won from the grasp of the family system. She read them through. stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience. because she was a person who needed cake. opened her lips as if to speak. he said at length. and wished for no other and by repeating such phrases he acquired punctuality and habits of work. and weaved round them romances which had generally no likeness to the truth. having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase. of course. Mrs.

 had her margin of imagination. Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. The poets marriage had not been a happy one. in a sunset mood of benignant reminiscence. with all their upright chimneys. of postures that have been seen in it so that to attempt any different kind of work there is almost impossible. I must reflect with Emerson that its being and not doing that matters. come and sit by me.This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. now possessed him wholly; and when. she continued. and. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children But does he refuse to marry her? Mrs.Mrs. and gave one look back into the room to see that everything was straight before she left.

 she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. and.Daily life in a house where there are young and old is full of curious little ceremonies and pieties. as well as the poetry. Mrs. who had a very sweet voice. and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable.Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. was all that Mrs. looking from one to the other. perhaps. probably. except for the cold. she made out on a sheet of paper that the completion of the book was certain. I should say.