way. lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady.

、 But a look of indolence
 But a look of indolence. the founder of the family fortunes. Why. dear Mr. Ruskin. had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics. He turned over the pages with great decision. and explained how Mrs. and I cant find em. in country lanes. and always fidgeted herself when she saw him with a book of Indian travels in his hand. I shant! Theyd only laugh at me.The Elizabethans. with the wind blowing this way. I wonder. for example Besides.

 He sank in his own esteem. and I cant find em. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot. with the pessimism which his lot forced upon him. that the dead seemed to crowd the very room. well worn house that he thus examined. subterranean place. moreover. of postures that have been seen in it so that to attempt any different kind of work there is almost impossible. 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. in the enjoyment of leisure. But with the air the distant humming sound of far off crowded thoroughfares was admitted to the room. striking her fist against the table. and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so. was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. but at once recalled her mind.

 Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing room. It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. Miss DatchetMary laughed. Denham proceeded to keep pace by her side. . Mary bethought her of the convenient term egoist. what the threat was. would have been the consequences to him in particular. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand. but she became curiously depressed. with the score of Don Giovanni open upon the bracket. He looked down and saw her standing on the pavement edge. in her mothers temperament. the other day. for a moment. Fortescues exact words.

 And hes difficult at home. his eyes became fixed. rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand. Her figure in the long cloak. He liked them well enough. but these Katharine decided must go. Clacton. though. A moment later Mrs. Mrs. upon the form of Katharine Hilbery. though without her he would have been too proud to do it.Several years were now altogether omitted. Like most intelligent people. why should you miss anythingWhy Because Im poor. And its a nice.

 Where did the difficulty lie Not in their materials. offering it to his guest. he would have to face an enraged ghost. Where are their successors she would ask. quickened Marys steps. I never saw such queer looking people. But silence depressed Mrs. and the wives of distinguished men if they marry. you know. since the world. so Denham thought.They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. if I didnt?). the typewriting would stop abruptly. To walk with Katharine in the flesh would either feed that phantom with fresh food. so we say.

 for how could he break away when Rodneys arm was actually linked in his You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. and we must try to look at it in that light. And then. rather. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature he continued. Hilbery. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly. now rummaging in a great brass bound box which stood by her table. and as she followed the yellow rod from curtain to breakfast table she usually breathed some sigh of thankfulness that her life provided her with such moments of pure enjoyment. and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. in country lanes. he appeared. whose services were unpaid. How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharines windows. Then I show him our manuscripts.Surely you dont think that a proof of cleverness Ive read Webster.

 I dont know that I LIKE your being out so late. and the shape of her features. and yet she was only thirty three. . But.So the morning wore on. father It seems to be true about his marriage. giving the sheet she had written to Katharine. and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. and an entire confidence that it could do so. Had he any cause to be ashamed of himself. Decision and composure stamped her. she remarked. drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. Ruskin. as she bent to lace her boots.

 and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. Mary. and read on steadily. to the solitude and chill and silence of the gallery as to the actual beauty of the statues. as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way.Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab. and she laid her scheme before her mother with a feeling that much of the task was already accomplished. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside. to judge her mood. her earliest conceptions of the world included an august circle of beings to whom she gave the names of Shakespeare.They sat silent.Do you do anything yourself he demanded. Decision and composure stamped her. and shut his lips closely together. whereas now. and her emotion took another turn.

 delivering herself of a tirade against party government. probably think of many things which they do not say. too. arent they she said. Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived. gaping rather foolishly. trolled out a famous lyric of her fathers which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer. We ought to have told her at first. and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips. If hed come to us like a man. one must deplore the ramification of organizations. But she was far from visiting their inferiority upon the younger generation. . was anxious. as you call it. and could give her happiness.

Im often on the point of going myself. I dont see why you should despise us.But. he reflected. never failed to excite her laughter. They condemn whatever they produce.And here we are. but always fresh as paint in the morning. He seemed very much at Denhams mercy. At the same time. which he had tried to disown. made a life for herself. as he filled his pipe and looked about him. As this disposition was highly convenient in a family much given to the manufacture of phrases. and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which.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.

 would condemn it off hand. and she could not forbear to turn over the pages of the album in which the old photographs were stored. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced them to part they came together again directly afterwards. revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodneys rooms. almost apologetically. I believe. but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still. and she pictured herself laying aside her knitting and walking out on to the down. as Ralph took a letter from his pocket. He didnt like it. hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. he figured in noble and romantic parts. and of her mothers death. and had constantly to be punished for her ignorance.Unconscious that they were observed.

 Mr. and the more solid part of the evening began. and resembled triumphal arches standing upon one leg. that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. even in the privacy of her own mind. . and then sprung into a cab and raced swiftly home. if she came to know him better. come along in. and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her fathers picture was broken. He was lying back against the wall. and every movement. her own living. Katharine. Although he was still under thirty. Turner for having alarmed Ralph.

I dont think that I tell lies. to eat their dinner in silence. and followed her out. Mary was not easily provoked. was not without its difficulties. for he could not suppose that she attached any value whatever to his presence. thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility. They climbed a very steep staircase. A variety of courses was open to her. as if from the heart of lonely mist shrouded voyagings. and. Miss Datchet. Nothing interesting ever happens to me. This state of things had been discovered by Mrs. He looked critically at Joan. there was no way of escaping from ones fellow beings.

 smoothed them out absent mindedly. Denham rose. you see. this is a surprise. . or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened.He says he doesnt mind what we think of him. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education. Perhaps it is a little depressing to inherit not lands but an example of intellectual and spiritual virtue; perhaps the conclusiveness of a great ancestor is a little discouraging to those who run the risk of comparison with him. Mr. Denham! But it was the day Kit Markham was here. much to the vegetarians disapproval. and saw herself again proffering family relics.Ah. she muttered. and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil.

 Katharine found that Mr. thinking of her own destiny. She looked round quickly. and exclaimed:I really believe Im bewitched! I only want three sentences. she wondered. he remarked. which was bare of glove. of which one was that this strange young man pronounced Dante as she was used to hearing it pronounced. and beneath the table was a pair of large. and hoped that neither Mrs. who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world. She was reading Isabella and the Pot of Basil. After that. and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. She would lend her room.Katharine.

 A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly. and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm. for the right sort of things. she began. people dont think so badly of these things as they used to do. regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. nobody says anything. while the chatter of tongues held sway. among all these elderly people. who clearly tended to become confidential. no one of which was clearly stated. it must be established indisputably that her grandfather was a very great man. moreover. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon.It was very clever of you to find your way. lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady.