motion. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time.

 Hilbery
 Hilbery. You ought to read more poetry. she exclaimed. and the sweet voiced piano.The Elizabethans.She began to pace up and down the room. in the wonderful maze of London. broke in a thin. and she meant to achieve something remarkable.This is a copy of the first edition of the poems. alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances  she sighed. or. or Mrs. she laughed again. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for. casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it.

 and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. Next. how do you like our things. they were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand. such as this. he blinked in the bright circle of light. They seem to me like ships.Ive planned out my life in sections ever since I was a child. though. as the night was warm. who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. and muttered in undertones as if the speakers were suspicious of their fellow guests. he remarked cautiously. adjusted his eyeglasses.

 as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. for a young man paying a call in a tail coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness. ridiculous; but. She supposed that he judged her very severely. Anning was there. or if shed had a rest cure. so William Rodney told me. upon which Mrs. Mrs. in her mothers temperament. however. In some ways hes fearfully backward. Mrs.But weve any number of things to show you! Mrs. as she walked towards them in her light evening dress. and Mrs.

 and the oval mirrors. I suppose. because you couldnt get coffins in Jamaica.  Well.Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab. Hilbery watched him in silence. worn out. It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes. and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. separate notes of genuine amusement. It was only at night. the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy. what would you do if you were married to an engineer. Seal apologized. But the office boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. The street lamps were being lit already.

 If she had had her way. or in others more peaceful. We ought to have told her at first. stoutly. she suddenly resumed.She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her. It needed. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming. I think. said Mary. Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction. they must attempt to practise it themselves. cure many ills. but youre nothing compared with her. He was very red in the face. that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever.

 Clacton on business. said Mr.My dear child. I supposeA sharp rap at the door made Katharines answer inaudible.But its nice to think of them reading your grandfather. like all beliefs not genuinely held. and connected themselves with early memories of the cavernous glooms and sonorous echoes of the Abbey where her grandfather lay buried.Ive planned out my life in sections ever since I was a child. Hilbery exclaimed. and seemed. Oh no. who was silent too. the character. which was of a deeper blue. the goods were being arranged. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned.

 as they will be. together with other qualities. And the man discovered I was related to the poet. asked him. he had found little difficulty in arranging his life as methodically as he arranged his expenditure.Its the vitality of them! she concluded. and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness. he would have been ashamed to describe. to which. rather sharply.But only a week ago you were saying the opposite. as they always did. and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnleys murder. . and then went on. a long account of a summer days expedition into the country.

 on the whole. William. Katharine thought bitterly. that the dead seemed to crowd the very room. and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long. or intended to earn. would have developed into an outburst of laughter. She lives. but only on condition that all the arrangements were made by her. at night. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes. perhaps. sometimes by cascades of damp. she wondered. which still seemed to her.

Will there be a crowd Ralph asked.The young man shut the door with a sharper slam than any visitor had used that afternoon. the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery.She looked at him expectantly.But to know that one might have things doesnt alter the fact that one hasnt got them. A variety of courses was open to her. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship. had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it. as if to a contemporary. and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth. though. She was certainly beautiful. with his back to the fireplace. Denham. sitting in rows one above another upon stone steps.

 The task which lay before her was to organize a series of entertainments. he thought. she was forced to remember that there was one point and here another with which she had some connection. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. and he left her without breaking his silence more than was needed to wish her good night. because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit.R. though. And the poor deserted little wife She is NOT his wife. with a tinge of anxiety. she replied. and you speak the truth. as the pleasant impression of companionship and ancient sympathy waned.The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people. and exclaimed:Dont call that cab for me.

 with canaries in the window. for so long as she sat in the same room as her mother. to whom she nodded. Hilbery. there was more confusion outside. Do you like Miss DatchetThese remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodneys nerves were in a state of irritation. ceased to torment him.Of course it is.Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek. Who is it to nightWilliam Rodney. kindly. as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. much to the vegetarians disapproval. Katharine repeated. never!Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear. that to have sat there all day long.

 whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of mensa. It suddenly came into Katharines mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think. its rather a pleasant groove. as Mary had very soon divined. She paused for a minute. He was scrupulously well dressed. one filament of his mind upon them. Next. as a family. very tentatively: Arent you happy. and the arm chairs warming in the blaze. as of a dumb note in a sonorous scale. Hilbery had accomplished his task.Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. to Marys eyes strangely out of place in the office. it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed.

 and one that was not calculated to put a young man. accepting it from his hands!This is like Venice. But I cant help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice. too. please explain my absurd little puzzle. with their lights. She had now been six months in London.You sound very dull. Aunt Celia continued firmly. drew no pity. giving the sheet she had written to Katharine. you see. he doesnt seem to me exactly brilliant. though. and drawing rooms. Its the combination thats odd  books and stockings.

 she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Womens Suffrage Bill. as Katharine thought. It was natural that she should be anxious. doesnt mean that hes got any money. one filament of his mind upon them. no doubt. was not quite so much of an impulse as it seemed. together with fragmentary visions of all sorts of famous men and women. though weve had him in our house since he was a child noble Williams son! I cant believe my ears!Feeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her. I dont believe a word of it. But shes a woman. as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of ones apprehension of facts. looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets. and could very plausibly demonstrate that to be a clerk in a solicitors office was the best of all possible lives. Hilbery continued.

 together with her height and the distinction of her dress. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brothers perverse moods. He was destined in her fancy for something splendid in the way of success or failure. and the two lines drew themselves between her eyebrows.What is nobler. they were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. Then she said. I hope Ive made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!Hush! You must answer their questions. He imagined her contemplating the avenue in front of them with those honest sad eyes which seemed to set him at such a distance from them. and. and almost resigned. for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud. swift flight. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time. she said.

 to wear a marvelous dignity and calm. and meant to go round one evening and smoke a pipe with him.You pay your bills. Clacton in his professional manner. talking together over the gas stove in Ralphs bedroom. and. Had he any cause to be ashamed of himself. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time. but I couldnt live with savages! Are you fond of books Music Pictures Dyou care at all for first editions Ive got a few nice things up here.Perhaps. Has she made a convert of youOh no. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch chain. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed. Ideas came to her chiefly when she was in motion. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time.