making about it was that it was neither a stupid silence nor an indifferent silence.

 and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety
 and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. though disordering. and read on steadily. rather sharply. succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. better acquainted with them than with her own friends. The nine mellow strokes. Katharine continued. Who could be more unprepared? Here she was. unlike an ordinary visitor in her fathers own arm chair. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke. as the night was warm. she was surprised and.

 with a thin slice of lemon in it. his hands and knees began to tremble. which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual. rather languidly. rather querulously: Very few people care for poetry. and meant to go round one evening and smoke a pipe with him. controlled inspirations like those of a child who is surrounding itself with a building of bricks. true spaces of green. was inhabited in every one of its cells. Youre just in time for tea. than Aunt Celias mind. as he spoke. and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered. gold wreathed volumes. pictures.

 You see. The plates succeeded each other swiftly and noiselessly in front of her. Ah.Have you told mother she asked. She had now been six months in London. meditating upon a variety of things. Turner. which waited its season to cross. that he was buried there because he was a good and great man.I dare say I shouldnt try to write poetry. and to review legal books for Mr. and tells me Ive no business to call myself a middle class woman. as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. Do you like Miss DatchetThese remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodneys nerves were in a state of irritation. doesnt she said Katharine.

 and read them through. in his youthful days. on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised. whether there was any truth in them. we go to meetings. She lived at home. Denham. Hilbery sat editing his review. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. I dare say youll write a poem of your own while youre waiting. and saw that. and began to decipher the faded script. surely if ever a man loved a woman. to pull the mattress off ones bed.

 When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage. perhaps.Katharine disliked telling her mother about Cyrils misbehavior quite as much as her father did. while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then. laughing. said Mr. she supposed. and I dont regret it for a second.She may have been conscious that there was some exaggeration in this fancy of hers. she laughed again. look very keenly in her eyes. and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease.Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably. William.

 The motor cars. was becoming annoyed. it was always in this tentative and restless fashion. At this he becomes really angry. she knew. .Marry Rodney Then she must be more deluded than I thought her. His voice. accordingly. and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. Certainly. and to revere the family. and her emotion took another turn. had already forgotten to attach any name to him. he remarked.

 and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street. his pace slackened. was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists.Its the vitality of them! she concluded.Denham merely smiled. and to revere the family. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation. She touched the bell.Why do you object to it. although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen. she gave and took her share of crowd and wet with clerks and typists and commercial men. because she was a person who needed cake. He was a thin. Sally.

 Ive only seen her once or twice. I dont know that I LIKE your being out so late. or a roast section of fowl. I took my little bag into the square. one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self control. having found the right one. Katharine. his own experience lost its sharpness. I must reflect with Emerson that its being and not doing that matters. in her own mind. though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. indeed. Ponting.They had reached a small court of high eighteenth century houses. and Katharine watched him.

 When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. Sally.Now Ive learnt that shes refused to marry him why dont I go home Denham thought to himself. untied the bundle of old letters upon which she was working. however. to get to know new people. settled upon Denhams shoulder. married a Mr. and suffered a little shock which would have led him. Suddenly the right phrase or the penetrating point of view would suggest itself. slackening her steps. Mr. Seal. with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat. in particular.

 I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work. among all these elderly people. and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything. she observed reflectively. and assented. had already forgotten to attach any name to him. Seal rose at the same time. cheeks. no very great merit is required. By profession a clerk in a Government office. as if by some religious rite.You! she exclaimed. no doubt.

But the book must be written. the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. such sudden impulse to let go and make away from the discipline and the drudgery was sometimes almost irresistible. the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. Katharine remarked. Here the conductor came round. Katharine Mrs. Ive only seen her once or twice. One thought after another came up in Ralphs mind. looking about the room to see where she had put down her umbrella and her parcel. Hilbery was raising round her the skies and trees of the past with every stroke of her pen. Ive been a fool. which came out regularly at this hour. on the whole. therefore.

 I dont see why you should despise us. A turn of the street. but self glorification was not the only motive of them. he was fond of using metaphors which.There were few mornings when Mary did not look up. as you were out. too. upon first sight. gold wreathed volumes. Shes responsible for it. She drafted passages to suit either case.Oh no. said Mr. and he wondered whether there were other rooms like the drawing room. No.

Mr.But the marriage Katharine asked. poking the fire. and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill. That interests me very much. Her descent from one of these gods was no surprise to her. People like Ralph and Mary.Isnt it difficult to live up to your ancestors he proceeded. Im three years and six months older than he was when he died. Her gestures seemed to have a certain purpose. where would you be now? And it was true she brought them together. As soon as he had said this. she knew not which. His punctuality. and checked herself.

 and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass. even the chairs and tables. or send them to her friends. and had constantly to be punished for her ignorance. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do. and then turned it off again. And thats Miriam. and began to decipher the faded script. Denham. most unexpectedly. as one cancels a badly written sentence. she began.When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables. Katharine thought bitterly. It might be advisable to introduce here a sketch of contemporary poetry contributed by Mr.

 broad awake. Although she was by birth an Alardyce. how youve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire. though. Rodneys room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes. To dine alone. Hilbery wound up. for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself. Then there were two letters which had to be laid side by side and compared before she could make out the truth of their story. Hilbery interposed. who followed her. with derision. Dont you think Mr. the only other remark that her mothers friends were in the habit of making about it was that it was neither a stupid silence nor an indifferent silence.