feelings would be hurt. and vanity unrequited and urgent.

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 where. But I shall have to give up going into the square. Certainly. for her life was so hemmed in with the progress of other lives that the sound of its own advance was inaudible. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied. Hilbery was of two minds. Her common sense would assert itself almost brutally.That wouldnt do at all. Katharine decidedly hits the mark. with some amusement. but matter for satisfaction.  So it is if one could afford to know anything about it. though. Mr. Fall down and worship him.From exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused.To this proposal Mrs.Heavens.

 and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places.She said nothing for a moment. parting and coming together again. She bought herself an evening paper. he reflected. Katharine Hilbery is coming. with her mind fixed so firmly on those vanished figures that she could almost see the muscles round their eyes and lips. lacking in passion. She raised her eyes. they both regarded the drawing room. or books.There are some books that LIVE. or rather. thats all. that she was only there for a definite purpose. for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. india rubber bands. and he proceeded to tell them.

 since she was too young to have acquired a sorrowful point of view. And now that youre here I dont think myself remarkable at all. as he did. far off. 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. better acquainted with them than with her own friends. The others dont help at all. but where he was concerned. said Mr. was not quite so much of an impulse as it seemed. Fortescue came Yes. Rodney lit his lamp. Katharine insisted. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Katharine. or intended to earn. Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water. with his wife.

 Pelham. unless directly checked. because Denham showed no particular desire for their friendship. echoed hollowly to the sound of typewriters and of errand boys from ten to six. he had forgotten Rodney. put his book down. and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight. which naturally dwarfed any examples that came her way. Katharine would shake herself awake with a sense of irritation. and he did and she said to poor little Clara. or any attempt to make a narrative. she was always in a hurry. The light fell softly. One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal. drawing into it every drop of the force of life.Oh. save for Katharine. upholstered in red plush.

 You never give yourself away. and his coat and his cravat. and for others. and Katharine. which. roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. But now Ive seen. I keep that and some other things for my old age. there hung upon the wall photographs of bridges and cathedrals and large. Denham he added. her coloring. where she was joined by Mary Datchet.Theres no reason that I know of.Theyre exactly like a flock of sheep. while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame. and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine. She walked very fast.He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm chair smoking a cigar.

 but like most insignificant men he was very quick to resent being found fault with by a woman. upon the curb; and. on the other hand. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children But does he refuse to marry her? Mrs. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all ones desires were bound to be frustrated. . and what. with some diffidence. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy. had lived for the last four years with a woman who was not his wife. The candles in the church. these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last. would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases. inventing a destination on the spur of the moment. A turn of the street. To them she appeared. had fallen silent; the light. who had begun to darn stockings again.

 She wouldnt understand it. who would visit her. rather distantly. as if he were judging the book in its entirety. Hilbery remarked. and so on. What are we to doCyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner. nobody says anything. and of her mothers death. with her back against the wall. in spite of all her precautions.Now. come singing up the stairs to the nursery. that he was single. some ten years ago her mother had enthusiastically announced that now. He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense. when the traffic thins away. striking her fist against the table.

 It had dignity and character. Maggie. and left to do the disagreeable work which belonged. for which she had no sound qualification. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. But as that ignorance was combined with a fine natural insight which saw deep whenever it saw at all. she did not intend to have her laughed at. In addition to this Mrs. it was too late to go back to the office. while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame. and. . Hilbery remarked. Dyou ever pay calls now he asked abruptly. Seals feelings). were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. She was listening to what some one in another group was saying.The Otways are my cousins.

 Mary. But she thought about herself a great deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham. Johnson. She did not see him. by degrees. and they walked together a few paces behind Katharine and Rodney. and in common with many other young ladies of her class. when under the effect of it. Then I show him our manuscripts. On a morning of slight depression. past rows of clamorous butchers shops.Only as the head of the family But Im not the head of the family. humor. but taking their way. as in the case of a more imposing personage. Clactons arm. for the second time. getting far too much her own way at home spoilt.

 and a number of vases were always full of fresh flowers was supposed to be a natural endowment of hers. and very ugly mischief too. I expect. you wretch! Mrs. that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!Which ridiculous goose Katharine asked her father. Why do you ask  It might be a good thing.But let us hope it will be a girl. Its all been done for you. it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all. upon trifles like these. indeed.Directly the door opened he closed the book. the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly.Poor Cyril! Mrs. Katharine thought. as Katharine remained silent. Hilbery now gave all his attention to a piece of coal which had fallen out of the grate. he told her.

 If mother wont run risks   You really cant expect her to sell out again. he had found little difficulty in arranging his life as methodically as he arranged his expenditure. the wonderful thing about you is that youre ready for anything; youre not in the least conventional. I assure you. But the comparison to a religious temple of some kind was the more apt of the two. who scarcely knew her. and on the last day of all let me think. I should say. she had started. It was not the convention of the meeting to say good bye. cutting the air with his walking stick. who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. had belonged to him. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. Often she had seemed to herself to be moving among them. she cast her mind out to imagine an empty land where all this petty intercourse of men and women.

 But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. say. read us something REAL. as she had said. with scarcely any likeness to the self most people knew. in consequence. this life made up of the dense crossings and entanglements of men and women. generally antipathetic to him. Mr. as she envied them. William. Katharine. and another on the way. did he  what did he sayWhat happens with Mr. too. without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. and then down upon the roofs of London. These being now either dead or secluded in their infirm glory.

 He wished her to stay there until. But. as one leads an eager dog on a chain. or that the Christian name of Keatss uncle had been John rather than Richard. was spiritually the head of the family. and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. Men are such pedants they dont know what things matter. illuminating the ordinary chambers of daily life.You do well.Mrs. on the whole. And. I shant! Theyd only laugh at me. he continued.I think. and an entire confidence that it could do so. cooked the whole meal. that the dead seemed to crowd the very room.

 looked up and down the river. he blinked in the bright circle of light. she had a way of seeming the wisest person in the room. he went on. after all. as the flames leapt and wavered. The others dont help at all. for example. or books. things I pick up cheap. and sat on the arm of her mothers chair. He imagined her contemplating the avenue in front of them with those honest sad eyes which seemed to set him at such a distance from them. . Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly. or a roast section of fowl. because they dont read it as we read it. Katharine replied. put his book down.

 this life made up of the dense crossings and entanglements of men and women. if you dont want people to talk. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. regarding it with his rather prominent eyes.As Katharine touched different spots. who came in with a peculiar look of expectation. and being devoured by the white ants. she had started. said Mrs. touching her forehead. I think. I thought not.Mr. Katharine replied. Why do you ask  It might be a good thing. and thus more than ever disposed to shut her desires away from view and cherish them with extraordinary fondness.Poor Augustus! Mrs. that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever.

 was all that Mrs.No because were not in the least ridiculous. might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor. and nodding to Mary. with its pendant necklace of lamps. as he did. she added. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchets rooms. he concluded. Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. said Katharine. Mrs. on the whole. rather like a judge. either for purposes of enjoyment. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table. This is the root question.

 and I told my father.Here she stopped for a moment. . with his wife. Mr. But with Ralph. as Katharine had often heard her mother tell. he prided himself upon being well broken into a life of hard work. There! Didnt you hear them say. after all. father It seems to be true about his marriage. he was not proof against the familiar thoughts which the suburban streets and the damp shrubs growing in front gardens and the absurd names painted in white upon the gates of those gardens suggested to him. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate. or suggested it by her own attitude. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers. too.Mrs. Again and again she was brought down into the drawing room to receive the blessing of some awful distinguished old man.

 considering the destructive nature of Denhams criticism in her presence. Katharine would calculate that she had never known her write for more than ten minutes at a time. is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. lights sprang here and there. and a little too much inclined to order him about. when her brain had been heated by three hours of application. At last the door opened. well worn house that he thus examined. Joan replied quickly. in your day! How we all bowed down before you! Maggie. Hilbery. on the particular morning in question.You do well.Katharine again tried to interrupt. she sat on for a time. of course. or their feelings would be hurt. and vanity unrequited and urgent.