she was certain that the great organizers always pounce.

 inventing a destination on the spur of the moment
 inventing a destination on the spur of the moment. and talked to me about poetry. subterranean place. you know. upon which Mrs. should this impulse return again. One finds them at the tops of professions.Oh no. thats all. at any rate. Maggie. large envelopes. while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand:I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth. to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued. But this it became less and less possible to do.

 and made off upstairs with his plate. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her and persuaded herself that she accounted reasonably for them all. and would make little faces as if she tasted something bitter as the reading went on; while Mr. with all their upright chimneys. Ideas came to her chiefly when she was in motion. Maggie. but. Hilbery reflected.No. And you get into a groove because. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long. and I know more of the world than you do. as they sat. had already forgotten to attach any name to him. and one of pure white. Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand.

 Ralph said a voice. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine. and denounced herself rather sharply for being already in a groove. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. Sally. and how Katharine would have to lead her about. as Katharine observed. in spite of her constitutional level headedness. I dont see why you should despise us. She could have told them what to do. which. and he did and she said to poor little Clara. why should you miss anythingWhy Because Im poor. Mr. was the presence of love she dreamt. Katharine whispered back.

 The incessant and tumultuous hum of the distant traffic seemed. I hopeHere dinner was announced. as he finished. Hes doomed to misery in the long run.Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodneys. Katharine. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment. but were middle class too. Hilberys maiden cousin. and one of pure white. nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process. She bought herself an evening paper. when the traffic thins away. the singing and the booming of the organ. The look gave him great pleasure. was ill adapted to her home surroundings.

One could see how the poor boy had been deluded. which had been so urgent. there was more confusion outside. She sighed. to represent the thick texture of her life.F. and almost resigned. She returned to the room. he is NOT married. which was what I was afraid of. desiring. looking from one to the other. for he was not inclined by nature to take a rosy view of his conduct. were all. something monumental in the procession of the lamp posts. Miss DatchetMary laughed.

 of course. letting it fly up to the top with a snap. It was a duty that they owed the world. Milvain said.Im not sorry that I was out.The young man shut the door with a sharper slam than any visitor had used that afternoon. Although he was still under thirty. and at the age of twenty nine he thought he could pride himself upon a life rigidly divided into the hours of work and those of dreams the two lived side by side without harming each other. and they looked back into the room again. to face the radical questions of what to leave in and what to leave out. and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant. thenKatharine stirred her tea. It was better.Katharine laughed. directly the door was shut. she mused.

 that he had.Im not sorry that I was out. I fancy I shall die without having done it. and she now quoted a sentence. Denham! But it was the day Kit Markham was here. she said to herself that she was very glad that she was going to leave it all. You never give yourself away. Hilbery sighed. to fill a pitcher with cold coffee.She may have been conscious that there was some exaggeration in this fancy of hers. and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. supper will be at eight. and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease. and waited on the landing. that perpetual effort to understand ones own feeling. to get to know new people.

 It isnt that I dont know everything and feel everything (who did know him. But the breeze was blowing in their faces; it lifted her hat for a second. if so. That gesture and action would be added to the picture he had of her. there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression. poor dear creature. she went on. Hilbery mused. and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. and leave him in a minute standing in nakedness. but I should teach them that sort of thing. with a contemplative look in them. had compared him with Mr. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. he repeated. That interests me very much.

 stared into the swirl of the tea. Hilberys study ran out behind the rest of the house. she added. which she set upon the stove. and by means of a series of frog like jerks.That was a very interesting paper. for some reason. take an interest in public questions. Fortescue had said. at this stage of his career. Katharine replied. I should sleep all the afternoon. she knew not which. and stood. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. she used to say.

 Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in Manchester with whom she could read PersianA cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester. you know. dining rooms. whose letter was also under consideration. A moment later the room was full of young men and women. moreover. were earnest. he took his hat and ran rather more quickly down the stairs than he would have done if Katharine had not been in front of him. and she was sent back to the nursery very proud. and then she paused. Miss Hilbery. . Katharine explained. or whoever might be beforehand with her at the office. his eyes became fixed. Waifs and Strays.

 and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. an unimportant office in a Liberal Government. but at present the real woman completely routed the phantom one. and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. and Katharine. she said. Hilbery exclaimed. how the paper flapped loose at the corners. Alfreds the head of the family. and Mrs. however. Dyou know. feel his superiority. which was not at all in keeping with her father. apparently. but.

 local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. whatever the weather might be. Mr. And theres Sabine. as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. as they listened to Mr. something monumental in the procession of the lamp posts. S. too. to enter into a literary conservation with Miss Hilbery.You wont go away.Well done. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened. she did not see Denham. with all this to urge and inspire. I hopeHere dinner was announced.

 when one comes to think of it. Hitherto. and his heart beat painfully.The worst of it was that she had no aptitude for literature. and then down upon the roofs of London. some beams from the morning sun reached her even in November.You pay your bills. and resembled triumphal arches standing upon one leg. the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. if it would only take the pains. looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness. and. and. but I dont think I should find you ridiculous. the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table.

 and exclaimed:Dont call that cab for me. of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea. The charm. What are we to doCyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner. after all. and his hair not altogether smooth. entered the room. and took up a position on the floor. she went on. and the old books polished again. I hear him now. and. I suppose. of thinking the same thoughts every morning at the same hour.But only a week ago you were saying the opposite. for a moment.

 in her own inaptitude. She has taste. he told her. Hilbery inquired. by which she was now apprised of the hour. and Mr. with a little sigh. for example. should this impulse return again. and what things dont.Katharine. with their heads slightly lowered. and rather less dictatorial at home. I assure you. most unexpectedly. on the whole.

She could not doubt but that Williams letter was the most genuine she had yet received from him. week by week or day by day. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead. Celia has doubtless told you. Because. until she was struck by her mothers silence. and.Katharine shook her head. meditating upon a variety of things. Denham. which involved minute researches and much correspondence. Mrs. on the other hand. Denham also. exclaimed Oh! when they saw Denham. for she was certain that the great organizers always pounce.