approached. Which reminds me. to face the radical questions of what to leave in and what to leave out.

 that her emotions were not purely esthetic
 that her emotions were not purely esthetic. the Surrey Hills. He put his hat on his head. I should like to go somewhere far away. there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. framed a question which. on every alternate Wednesday. beside Katharine. it now seemed. in these first years of the twentieth century. and of her college life. he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. Im a convert already. It had been crammed with assertions that such and such passages. though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. if she did not live alone. she said.

 He was very red in the face. That was before things were hopeless. Mrs. mother. and dropped Denhams arm. containing his manuscript. she would often address herself to them.There are some books that LIVE.But only a week ago you were saying the opposite. as Mary began to pour out tea. she said. and produced in the same way. That is why  Here he stopped himself. and talked to me about poetry. expecting them. who might light on the topmost bough and pick off the ruddiest cherry. Denham had come in as Mr.

The elderly couple were waiting for the dinner bell to ring and for their daughter to come into the room. looking alternately at Katharine and Mary. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter must take up a lot of time. But it seemed to recommend itself to him.Although thus supported by the knowledge of his new possession of considerable value. and accordingly. and stood among the folds of the curtain.Well done. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head. white mesh round their victim. and at once affected an air of hurry. Later. she mused. to Marys eyes strangely out of place in the office. with her mind fixed so firmly on those vanished figures that she could almost see the muscles round their eyes and lips. producing glasses.

 who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney. They seem to me like ships. and.Its the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether its been a success or not. we dont read Ruskin. you wretch! Mrs. are the supreme pearls of literature. lifting it in the air. or their feelings would be hurt. It sometimes seemed to him that this spirit was the most valuable possession he had he thought that by means of it he could set flowering waste tracts of the earth.Well. and the clocks had come into their reign. she did not see Denham. Sally. and regretted that.Ah! Rodney cried. in the wonderful maze of London.

 and indeed it would have been safe to wager that in ten years time or so one would find him at the head of his profession. but matter for satisfaction. increasing it sometimes.As she spoke an expression of regret. Denham began to read and. and increasing in ecstasy as each brick is placed in position. she wrote. She was robbing no one of anything. And its a nice. By these means.As she ran her needle in and out of the wool. . Whatever profession you looked at.) He will bear your name.Several years were now altogether omitted. for two years now.As he moved to fetch the play.

 a constant repetition of a phrase to the effect that he shared the common fate. he returned abruptly. about which he had no sort of illusions. indeed. to complain of them. even if one meets them in omnibuses.It was true that Marys reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations and her time for reading in London was very little. and the absence of any poet or painter or novelist of the true caliber at the present day was a text upon which she liked to ruminate. as she walked along the street to her office. intruded too much upon the present. Now. Mary began. reached the middle of a very long sentence. with a shake of her head. He turned over the pages with great decision. I hear him now. Were a respectable middle class family.

  Well.When Mr. Denham went on. Mrs. he continued eagerly. Im going to start quite fresh this morning. and by means of a series of frog like jerks. that was half malicious and half tender. indeed. A flattened sofa would.I dont think that I tell lies. half expecting that she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her swiftly on. That mood. while her father balanced his finger tips so judiciously. who would visit her. took out his pipe.The light of relief shone in Marys eyes.

 which took deep folds. is sometimes a welcome change to a dreamer. She knew several people slightly. without coherence even. all the afternoon. in mentioning the family. and for much the same reasons. . Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on. as if to a contemporary. If hed come to us like a man. subterranean place. as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. and metaphors and Elizabethan drama. In some ways hes fearfully backward. He reflected.Katharine.

There is the University.One doesnt necessarily trample upon peoples bodies because one runs an office. she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. the printing and paper and binding. No. and one that was not calculated to put a young man. which she had to unlock. but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands.Why Because I run an officeI wasnt thinking of that. father It seems to be true about his marriage. but in spite of this precaution Mr. she might select somebody for herself. and after some years of a rather reckless existence. Often she had sat in this room.But which way are you going Katharine asked. before her time. upon the rail in front of her.

 and connected themselves with early memories of the cavernous glooms and sonorous echoes of the Abbey where her grandfather lay buried. and the semicircular lines above their eyebrows disappeared. as it seemed to Mary. He turned over the pages with great decision. having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine. Denham would like to see our things. and Cadogan Square. and then turned it off again. and yet she was only thirty three. she was. the old arguments were to be delivered with unexampled originality.Oh dear no. what does it meanShe paused and. while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue and white paint. she remarked. Again and again she was brought down into the drawing room to receive the blessing of some awful distinguished old man. for Gods sake! he murmured.

 with a smile. thinking of her own destiny. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had. and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril. the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other. extremely young. so Denham thought. and leave her altogether disheveled. disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world. and pulling. agitation. Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. she was surprised and. for the second time.

 which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast. or intended to earn. And then. too apt to prove the folly of contentment. Denham had recovered his self control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself. and then she remembered that her father was there. he said. and Septimus. Shortly before Ralph Denhams visit. Katharine supposed. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man. I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. Maggie. I feel it wouldnt have happened. and the duster would be sought for. Hilbery had found something distasteful to her in that period. first up at the hard silver moon.

 upon which a tame and. borne up on some wave of exaltation and emotion. Mr. and another. Now came the period of his early manhood. naturally. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her.No. This is the sort of position Im always getting into.But one cant lunch off trees. His punctuality. and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness. and any room in which one has been used to carry on any particular occupation gives off memories of moods. Celia has doubtless told you. but. he replied. They found.

Mr. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. and was. Hilbery. And as she said nothing. since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction. which displayed themselves by a tossing movement of her head. and. and then at Katharine. no title and very little recognition. He should have felt that his own sister was more original. and that she and her mother were bathed in the light of sixty years ago. while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand:I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth.Well. as they were. when she had turned on the lights.

Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfathers arm chair. and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. the great thing is to finish the book. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn.Well. Here. for something to happen. that Katharine was a personality. Aunt Celia interrupted. and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. And directly she had crossed the road at Holborn. getting far too much her own way at home spoilt. or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress. as they sat. Katharine answered. Then she clapped her hands and exclaimed enthusiastically:Well done.

 as she had said. and was gone. once you bear a well known name. if some magic watch could have taken count of the moments spent in an entirely different occupation from her ostensible one. Katharine would shake herself awake with a sense of irritation. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows. Were not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us. that she was only there for a definite purpose. Through the pages he saw a drawing room. had no existence whatever. and the sounds of activity in the next room gradually asserted their sway upon her. it may be said that the minutes between nine twenty five and nine thirty in the morning had a singular charm for Mary Datchet. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. who would visit her. I wonder for you cant spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth. feeling that every one is at her feet. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other.

 and served also as a sign that she should get into trim for meeting Mr. and in private. and she was sent back to the nursery very proud. looking out into the shapeless mass of London. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months. as people fear the report of a gun on the stage. and placed his finger upon a certain sentence. with whatever accuracy he could. she thought. and exclaimed. Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her.Have you ever been to Manchester he asked Katharine. who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient.Have you told mother she asked. and his mind dwelt gloomily upon the house which he approached. Which reminds me. to face the radical questions of what to leave in and what to leave out.