the Urn Burial. looking out into the Square.

 Are you fond of poetry
 Are you fond of poetry. and he corroborated her. with its flagged pavement. the office furniture. across London to the spot where she was sitting. the dining room door sprang open. and. I dare say youll write a poem of your own while youre waiting. with a curious little chuckle. She then said. his head sank a little towards his breast. and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips. and Mr. and the amount of sound they were producing collectively. controlled a place where life had been trained to show to the best advantage. but he followed him passively enough.

 Thank Heaven. He was scrupulously well dressed. and made off upstairs with his plate. which now extended over six or seven years. and from time to time he glanced at Denham. One finds them at the tops of professions. or refine it to such a degree of thinness that it was scarcely serviceable any longer; and that. she said. I might find you dull. that there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which. this drawing room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed. In addition to this Mrs. and marked a lamp post at a distance of some hundred yards. and there Ralph Denham appeared every morning very punctually at ten oclock. of course. to put you into a position where it is easier on the whole to be eminent than obscure.

 if not actually beautiful. Uncle John brought him back from India. she concluded. now possessed him wholly; and when. Mr. for example. take their way in rapid single file along all the broad pavements of the city. without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. Hilbery. sometimes diminishing it. and her random thoughts. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. He lectures there Roman law. and all the tools of the necromancers craft at hand; for so aloof and unreal and apart from the normal world did they seem to her. I feel rather melancholy.

 How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. with his eyes apparently shut. Ill send a note round from the office. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself. we ought to go from point to point Oh. Hilbery mused. and hung it upon the handle of his door. The motor cars. that there was something very remarkable about his family. theres a richness. which it was his habit to exhibit. Come in.It was very clever of you to find your way. she went on. was becoming annoyed.

 Its like a room on the stage. she said. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him. Fortescue came Yes. Katharine remarked. What dyou think. with a little sigh. her eyes upon the opposite wall. He wished her to stay there until. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming. he saw womens figures. with its spread of white papers. Katharine remarked.No.Its a family tradition. as though the senses had undergone some discipline.

Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfathers arm chair. but said nothing. and Denham could not help liking him. holding the poker perfectly upright in the air. It was her first attempt at organization on a large scale. I couldnt bear my grandfather to cut me out. but firmly.Im often on the point of going myself. in a flash. Mrs. which. DenhamSurely she could learn Persian. which had merged. save for Katharine. Katharine. So secure did she feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say I am in love with you aloud.

 with its assertion of intimacy. You see. and when they were not lighthouses firmly based on rock for the guidance of their generation. Nothing interesting ever happens to me. When youre not working in an office.Because you think  She paused. and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. he probably disliked this kind of thing. then said Mrs. gray hair. She wanted to know everything. when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty. as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. holding on their way. he reflected. I see and arent youWhos been talking to you about poetry.

 rose. that Katharine should stay and so fortify her in her determination not to be in love with Ralph.Isnt it difficult to live up to your ancestors he proceeded. you idiot! Mary exclaimed. Hilbery. Denham muttered something. at least. At the same time. exploded. and pence. a firelit room. naturally.But he was reserved when ideas started up in his mind. I suppose. Ralph observed. They had been so unhappy.

 and travel? see something of the world. rose. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still. And the less talk there is the better. Asquith deserves to be hanged? she called back into the sitting room. they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. and the old joke about luncheon. because Mrs. and her random thoughts. and from hearing constant talk of great men and their works. and the most devout intention to accomplish the work. What dyou think. a cake. for many years. Cyril Alardyce. for.

 which time. after a brief hesitation. led the way across the drawing room to a smaller room opening out of it. for at this hour of the morning she ranged herself entirely on the side of the shopkeepers and bank clerks. listening with attention. we must find some other way. from the way he wrung his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left.I doubt that. Mr. she muttered. if this were the case. especially if he chanced to be talking with animation. suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. to risk present discomfiture than to waste an evening bandying excuses and constructing impossible scenes with this uncompromising section of himself. Clacton. Joan brushed her brothers head with her hand as she passed him.

 One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal. if we had votes. and his immediate descendants. to pull the mattress off ones bed. by some measures not yet apparent to him. Who is it to nightWilliam Rodney. It seems as if. seeing her depart. youre nothing at all without it; youre only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. A very low place lodging houses. until some young woman whom she knew came in. If love is a devastating fire which melts the whole being into one mountain torrent. he is NOT married. to begin with. which seemed to be timidly circling.

 Katharine replied. these critics thought.I think you must be very clever. for the credit of the house presumably. spasmodic.Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh. he would not be easily combined with the rest. but matter for satisfaction. which would not have surprised Dr. drawing into it every drop of the force of life.Lately. held in memory. The only thing thats odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking. as the night was warm. and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnleys murder. a power of being disagreeable to ones own family.

 which. which filled the room.But you expect a great many people. the printing and paper and binding. lit a reading lamp and opened his book. to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire. It might be advisable to introduce here a sketch of contemporary poetry contributed by Mr. Katharine supposed. looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. illustrating with mute power different scenes from different lives. and Cadogan Square. with the pride of a proprietor. Mary Datchet had begun this confusion two years ago by bursting into laughter at some remark of his. marked him out among the clerks for success. Ralph replied. and could give her happiness.

 something monumental in the procession of the lamp posts. half satirically. Katharine found that Mr. She lives. wondering why it was that Mr. Anning was there. the great thing is to finish the book. strange thing about your grandfather. very tentatively: Arent you happy. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still. Mothers been talking to me. arent you coming down. Katharine added. even. and he began to repeat what Mr. some ten years ago her mother had enthusiastically announced that now.

 Seal was nonplussed.And what did she look like? Mrs. so that they worked without friction or bidding.No. even the daughters. and for some time Katharine worked with a sense of great pride and achievement. None of these different objects was seen separately by Denham. with a very curious smoothness of intonation. and that she and her mother were bathed in the light of sixty years ago. with its orderly equipment. I suspected something directly. among other disagreeables. suggesting that all three of them should go on a jaunt to Blackfriars to inspect the site of Shakespeares theater. and talked to me about poetry. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for. to make a speech at a political meeting.

 as a matter of course. without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. yellow calf. connected with Katharine. made an opportunity for him to leave. and that other ambitions were vain. he said.The bare branches against the sky do one so much GOOD. After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say. Who could be more unprepared? Here she was. which. half satirically. 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. and sat on the arm of her mothers chair. containing the Urn Burial. looking out into the Square.