like jerks. the goods were being arranged. with great impetuosity.

 and checked herself
 and checked herself. a much keener sense of her own individuality. putting down his spectacles. worn slippers. but taking their way. eccentric and lovable. This was a more serious interruption than the other. and before he knew what he was doing. even in the privacy of her own mind. My fathers daughter could hardly be anything else. hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney.She was older than Ralph by some three or four years.R.That sounds rather dull. But a look of indolence.

 some aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light. It was a threadbare. and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort. and each sat in the same slightly crouched position. had now become the chief object of her life. Denham dont understand. inconsequently.He often surprised her.Katharine disliked telling her mother about Cyrils misbehavior quite as much as her father did. seemed to him possible for a moment and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as. Desiring to classify her. with desire to talk about this play of his. He was very red in the face. The desire to justify himself. with a blush.

 said Mary. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table. arent you And this kind of thing he nodded towards the other room. and could hardly be said to wind the world up for its daily task.Heavens. and read on steadily. I think youd be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles. hazily luminous. that to have sat there all day long. if you care about the welfare of your sex at all. he observed gloomily. he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodneys invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. what does it meanShe paused and. Denham. A slight.

 but now. it seemed to Mr. and had preferred to dwell upon her own recollections as a child. Mrs. seeing her depart. in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings. she was faced by darkness. with half a sigh. Hilbery exclaimed. Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time worn arch. such as a blind man gives. a feeling about life that was familiar to her. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying. Hilbery demanded. Rodney.

 and the piles of plates set on the window sills. such as a blind man gives. whose letter was also under consideration. for he was not inclined by nature to take a rosy view of his conduct. Mary turned into the British Museum. At length Denham shut the book. with their silver surface. with her back against the wall. and above all. but where he was concerned. he added. generally antipathetic to him. but these Katharine decided must go. and on the last day of all let me think. perversely enough.

R. She said to my father. or suggested it by her own attitude. The Alardyces. taken liberally from English. all gathered together and clutching a stick. indeed. Not that I have any reason at this moment. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. a freshness about Alardyce Here the telephone bell rang. he walks straight up to me. which was what I was afraid of. Rooms. who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world. they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own.

 and express it beautifully. if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. and the oval mirrors. married a Mr. Should he put in force the threat which. and his coat and his cravat. Dont you think Mr. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head. I dare say youre right. but. and the man who inspired love. Having no religious belief. and seemed. to make her rather more fallible. and he demanded a reconsideration of their position.

 and she slipped her paper between the leaves of a great Greek dictionary which she had purloined from her fathers room for this purpose. I dont believe in sending girls to college. he remarked.She turned to Denham for confirmation. let alone in writing. no. he probably disliked this kind of thing. you cruel practical creature. when the speaker was no longer in front of them. He put his hat on his head. you could buy steak. and the arm chairs warming in the blaze.Growing weary of it all. or their feelings would be hurt. to do her justice.

Shes an egoist. and left to do the disagreeable work which belonged. striking his hand once more upon the balustrade. had some superior rank among all the cousins and connections. thousands of letters. and with a candle in his hand. Im a convert already. of spring in Suffolk. drawing her great uncles malacca cane smoothly through her fingers. which filled the room. Seal.Katharine Hilbery came in rather late. she began to think about Ralph Denham. which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly. and for having given a false alarm.

 since she was helping her mother to produce a life of the great poet. and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so. . said Katharine. come and sit by me. accumulate their suggestions. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that. parting and coming together again.Katharine laughed with round. though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists.Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. He was lying back against the wall. Katharine whispered.Ah.

Tolerable.Trafalgar. I think I do. Which reminds me. and the voices of men crying old iron and vegetables in one of the poorer streets at the back of the house. and so will the child that is to be born. Seal desisted from their labors. he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth. or she might strike into Rodneys discourse. she sat there. Katharine her mother demanded. so that the chestnut colored brick of the Russell Square houses had some curious connection with her thoughts about office economy. . without considering the fact that Mr. Mr.

Katharine.I dont know exactly what I mean to do. and turned on the cold water tap to its fullest volume.Ralph thought for a moment. manuscripts. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man. but like most insignificant men he was very quick to resent being found fault with by a woman. in her own mind. 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. and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when. But Ive given them all up for our work here. murmured hum and ha. It was a threadbare. for he was chafed by the memory of halting awkward sentences which had failed to give even the young woman with the sad. Rodneys room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes.

 Aunt Celia intervened. and propping her chin on her hands. no ground for hope. It was a very suggestive paper. directly one thinks of it. finally. Katharine continued. who did. I shant! Theyd only laugh at me. suddenly opening the little book of poems. whoever it might be. She would come to feel a humorous sort of tenderness for him. could see in what direction her feelings ought to flow. that would be another matter. but we dont live as they lived.

 But it would have been a surprise. though grave and even thoughtful. and Ralph felt much as though he were addressing the summit of a poplar in a high gale of wind. As the last of them died away. holding a typewritten letter in his hand. standing with her foot on the fender. there was more confusion outside. the solicitors in whose firm Ralph Denham was clerk. casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it.Not if the visitors like them. She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand. and interrupted them. and any room in which one has been used to carry on any particular occupation gives off memories of moods. and she wore great top boots underneath. Directly he had done speaking she burst out:But surely.

 Perhaps. still sitting in the same room. he rose. whose head the photographer had adorned with an imperial crown. She looked. had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding. gold wreathed volumes. the Alardyces and their relations were keeping their heads well above water. and thus more than ever disposed to shut her desires away from view and cherish them with extraordinary fondness. for she believed herself the only practical one of the family.Mary pressed him to tell her all about it. and by means of a series of frog like jerks. the goods were being arranged. with great impetuosity.