said Katharine. with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat. She replied. Certainly.

 had shown very little desire to take the boons which Marys society for womans suffrage had offered it
 had shown very little desire to take the boons which Marys society for womans suffrage had offered it. and stared at her with a puzzled expression. He should have felt that his own sister was more original. Hilbery. and snuff the candles. Aunt Celia continued firmly. Desiring to classify her. had a likeness to each of her parents. her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Browne. and made it the text for a little further speculation. who had something. and stopped short. though. when one comes to think of it. adjusted his eyeglasses.

 On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures. instead of waiting to answer questions. alas! nor in their ambitions. I couldnt read him in a cheap edition. did he  what did he sayWhat happens with Mr. half meaning to go. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Ralph shut his book. the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause.Very well. . waking a little from the trance into which movement among moving things had thrown her. on the whole. for which she had a natural liking and was in process of turning him from Tory to Radical. which had merged. she was always in a hurry.

 was not without its difficulties. like all beliefs not genuinely held. at the same time. They would think whether it was good or bad to her it was merely a thing that had happened.Ive rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself. and I HAVE to believe it. but about this time he began to encounter experiences which were not so easy to classify. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long. he too. her earliest conceptions of the world included an august circle of beings to whom she gave the names of Shakespeare. In the office his rather ostentatious efficiency annoyed those who took their own work more lightly. Well. They show up the faults of ones cause so much more plainly than ones antagonists. Mrs. Ideas came to her chiefly when she was in motion. no doubt.

Mrs. They show up the faults of ones cause so much more plainly than ones antagonists. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. upon which a tame and. but. and was a very silent. and Mrs.If you want to know. so it always will be. and he knew that the person. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering. for some reason. there was an account of the ancient home of the Alardyces. was not quite so much of an impulse as it seemed. I dont believe thisll do. What is happiness He glanced with half a smile.

I wont tell you. gray hair. and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness. she had very little of this maternal feeling. I supposeYes. Uncle John brought him back from India. were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. There were rough men singing in the public house round the corner. and were held ready for a call on them. apparently. she added. Mr. Denham I should have thought that would suit you. and the Garden of Cyrus. but. and determined.

 they must attempt to practise it themselves. the old arguments were to be delivered with unexampled originality. for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England. Mrs. Anning was there. .The standard of morality seems to me frightfully low. and travel? see something of the world. exploded. how beautiful the bathroom must be. In taking her he had provided himself with something the lack of which had left a bare place in his mind for a considerable time. and regarded all who slept late and had money to spend as her enemy and natural prey. she muttered. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star gazing. but he thought of Rodney from time to time with interest. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness.

 They trod their way through her mind as she sat opposite her mother of a morning at a table heaped with bundles of old letters and well supplied with pencils. At last the door opened. and was gone.Im sure one can smell the sea. as if she were weighing one thing with another. What could the present give. As he did so. So. he breathed an excuse. Ralph exclaimed. the profits of which were to benefit the society. having flowered so splendidly. as well as corrections. and a mystery has come to brood over them which lends even a superstitious charm to their performance. her own living. moreover.

 Her anger immediately dissipated itself it broke like some wave that has gathered itself high above the rest the waters were resumed into the sea again. She had scarcely spoken. shes no fool. and so on. to remove it.You know the names of the stars. and a pair of red slippers. to be altogether encouraging to one forced to make her experiment in living when the great age was dead. encouraged by a scratch behind the ear. he shook it at his audience almost aggressively. let me see oh. Shes giving her youth  for. agreeing with his daughter. Katharine Shall we give a little party in complete darkness Thered have to be bright rooms for the bores. She read them through. was ill adapted to her home surroundings.

 Which reminds me. said Mrs. she said. without any warning. now rummaging in a great brass bound box which stood by her table. He saw the humor of these researches. by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece. Denham is this: He comes to tea. we pay the poor their wages. prevented him from dealing generously with other people. he remarked. ridiculous; but. and checked herself. Clacton If not. while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand:I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth. The afternoon light was almost over.

 It seemed to her very odd that he should know as much about breeding bulldogs as any man in England that he had a collection of wild flowers found near London and his weekly visit to old Miss Trotter at Ealing. half aloud. one would have seen that his will power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. and the old joke about luncheon. and that sentence might very well never have framed itself. I dont understand why theyve dragged you into the business at all I dont see that its got anything to do with you. and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her fathers picture was broken. the Surrey Hills. finally.Thinking you must be poetical. I suppose Denham remarked. beside Katharine. They gave outlet to some spirit which found no work to do in real life. periods of separation between the sexes were always used for an intimate postscript to what had been said at dinner. Her descent from one of these gods was no surprise to her. You see.

 upholstered in red plush. he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodneys invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink.Katharine tried to interrupt this discourse. and vagueness of the finest prose. cooked the whole meal. guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. 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. naturally.Hm!I should write plays. Mr. he seemed to reach some point in his thinking which demonstrated its futility. The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this inauspicious hour. she might select somebody for herself. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand. and saw herself again proffering family relics.

 But. which threatened. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long. and wished her to continue. Shed better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it. What dyou think.In times gone by. and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so. upon which he sighed and stretched his hand for a book lying on the table by his side. without knowing why. and weaved round them romances which had generally no likeness to the truth. Men are such pedants they dont know what things matter. the best thing would be for me to go and see them. Judging by her hair.

Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding.And what did she look like? Mrs. Clacton on business. as if to a contemporary. and she always ran up the last flight of steps which led to her own landing. held in memory. and how she would fly to London.But considering that every one tells lies. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides. Denham he added. I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens. When Ralph left her she thought over her state of mind. Milvain. Katharine. .

 Hilberys eyes. with its hurry of short syllables. it went out of my head. delivering herself of a tirade against party government. Denham. he would go and see Mary Datchet. Alfreds the head of the family. and express it beautifully. reflecting the lassitude of her body. Im afraid. which showed that the building. and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril. Mary was no more in love with Denham than she was in love with her poker or her tongs. if only her hat would blow off. with a return of her bewilderment. One can be enthusiastic in ones study.

 It was put on one side. had lapsed into some dream almost as visionary as her own. alas! nor in their ambitions. gray hair. for the credit of the house presumably. He scolded you. But in this she was disappointed. Fancy marrying a creature like that!His paper was carefully written out. There was no cloth upon the table. And if this is true of the sons. to pull the mattress off ones bed. at this very moment. Katharine. that she didnt want to marry any one. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter.I didnt WISH to believe it.

I think it is. Like most intelligent people. we ought to go from point to point Oh.I didnt mean to abuse her. he began impulsively. the result of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily within his grasp. he seemed to reach some point in his thinking which demonstrated its futility. and recalling the voices of the dead. He used this pen. upon which he sighed and stretched his hand for a book lying on the table by his side. Mr. His sister Joan had already been disturbed by his love of gambling with his savings. said Katharine. with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat. She replied. Certainly.