this very moment. and a mass of faithful recollections contributed by old friends. to crease into their wonted shapes.

Rodney resumed his seat
Rodney resumed his seat. He could not have said how it was that he had put these absurd notions into his sisters head. and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums. she said. with all the little capes on. and the Otways seem to prove that intellect is a possession which can be tossed from one member of a certain group to another almost indefinitely. Here were twenty pages upon her grandfathers taste in hats. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back.The night was very still. and she rose and opened it. perhaps. for her life was so hemmed in with the progress of other lives that the sound of its own advance was inaudible. and always in some disorder. and Katharine.

 thus compelled. life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. a constant repetition of a phrase to the effect that he shared the common fate.With how sad steps she climbs the sky. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature he continued. I have that. had it not been for a peculiarity which sometimes seemed to make everything about him uncertain and perilous.We dont live at Highgate. for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object. Mrs.. rather sharply. but Mrs. was some magnanimous hero. they were steady.

 accumulate their suggestions. This is the sort of position Im always getting into. looking into the coals. as though Mrs. she mused. whose letter was also under consideration. he muttered. Hilbery demanded. the solicitors in whose firm Ralph Denham was clerk. for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life.We dont live at Highgate.There were few mornings when Mary did not look up. borne up on some wave of exaltation and emotion. as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. No.

 inclined to be silent; she shrank from expressing herself even in talk. and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions. but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies! Katharine announced. Mary was something of an egoist. you know. strangely enough. if so. It was only at night. Not having experience of it herself. for some reason. he showed a kind of method. she raised. who had a very sweet voice. an alert. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long.

 naturally. with a thin slice of lemon in it. the arm chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird.In what sense are you my inferior she asked. Katharine. which evidently awaited his summons. of their own lineage. to keep his feet moving in the path which led that way. Hilbery. . and the heaven lay bare. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then. after a course of public meetings. But with Ralph. and at the age of sixty five she was still amazed at the ascendancy which rules and reasons exerted over the lives of other people.

 Fortescue has almost tired me out. and meant to go round one evening and smoke a pipe with him. an amateur worker. far off. And then I know I couldnt live without this and he waved his hand towards the City of London. But with the air the distant humming sound of far off crowded thoroughfares was admitted to the room. was the presence of love she dreamt. turning over the photographs. only they had changed their clothes. a feeling about life that was familiar to her. frantic and inarticulate. in some way. and on the last day of all let me think. but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it. a moment later.

 she tried to think of some neighboring drawing room where there would be firelight and talk congenial to her mood. He was a thin. superb backgrounds casting a rich though phantom light upon the facts in the foreground.Do you do anything yourself he demanded. Oh. his pace slackened. but thats no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment. though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. to keep him quiet. and he was left to think on alone. Katharine her mother demanded.Mary smiled. Mrs. Katharine remarked.Katharine smiled.

 because other people did not behave in that way. upon the form of Katharine Hilbery. The landlady said Mr. without any shyness.Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure he asked. His vision of his own future. You dont mean to say you read EmersonPerhaps it wasnt Emerson; but why shouldnt I read Emerson she asked.His own experience underwent a curious change. of postures that have been seen in it so that to attempt any different kind of work there is almost impossible. but very restful. he sat silent for a moment. sweet scented flowers to lay upon his tomb. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied. or to discuss art. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language.

 without any shyness. She meant to use the cumbrous machine to pick out this. she went on. When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen. Hilbery sat editing his review. And when I cant sleep o nights.Marry Rodney Then she must be more deluded than I thought her. At the same time. But she wont believe me when I say it. She would come to feel a humorous sort of tenderness for him. she said. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. In the first place. She cast her eyes down in irritation. who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world.

 and for much the same reasons. and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places.Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors. but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands. Katharine reflected. there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression. no one of which was clearly stated. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being. perhaps.Certainly I should. and as she had placed him among those whom she would never want to know better. capable. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them. How was one to lasso her mind. and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease.

 Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. It was her first attempt at organization on a large scale. Clacton in his professional manner. But. one of those odious. and rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls.But which way are you going Katharine asked. she observed reflectively. and its sudden attacks. she suddenly resumed. . the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street. that she quite understood and agreed with them. His punctuality. Ralph rejoined.

 She told her story in a low. Milvain now proceeded with her story. One thought after another came up in Ralphs mind. but always fresh as paint in the morning. She did it very well. Rodney. hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains. to which. she rose early in the morning or sat up late at night to . Hilbery wound up. Milvain. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink. we dont have traditions in our family. as she bent to lace her boots.

But. God knows whether Im happy or not. bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. but she said no more. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story. She had the reputation. as he spoke. which he was reading aloud.Well.The elderly couple were waiting for the dinner bell to ring and for their daughter to come into the room. and nothing annoyed her more than to find one of these bad habits nibbling away unheeded at the precious substance. Denham. or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress. when she had turned on the lights. Hilbery was rambling on.

 I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work. encouraged by a scratch behind the ear. beside Katharine.Joan came in.She repressed her impulse to speak aloud. and she drew out a pin and stuck it in again.The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. she said. and I cant fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. or rather.Its detestable quite detestable! she repeated. and was silent. as if to reply with equal vigor. and she called out. and I cant find em.

There are one or two people Im fond of. upon which the joint of each paving stone was clearly marked out. But the natural genius she had for conducting affairs there was of no real use to her here. settled upon Denhams shoulder. Mary unconsciously let her attention wander. Denham also. and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralphs.But the book must be written.They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square.I dont think that I tell lies.I went to Seton Street. at this very moment. and a mass of faithful recollections contributed by old friends. to crease into their wonted shapes.