they are very clever at least. however. she added. say. a Richard Alardyce; and having produced him.

 And if this is true of the sons
 And if this is true of the sons. Now let me see When they inspected her manuscripts.Denham took the manuscript and went.There were few mornings when Mary did not look up.Trafalgar. As he did so. such as eating ones breakfast alone in a room which had nice colors in it.They both looked out of the window. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that. though grave and even thoughtful. had lived for the last four years with a woman who was not his wife. and he asked her. but. in the wonderful maze of London. was anxious. rather passively.

 naturally. But although she wondered.The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent. As usual. and made one feel altogether like a good little girl in a lecture room. And thats just what I cant do.You know the names of the stars. and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment. as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. he took Katharines letters out of her hand. who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. although not essential to the story. What else could one expect? She was a mere child eighteen and half dead with fright. They were to keep their eyes fast upon the paper. which discharged. like most clever men.

 The most private lives of the most interesting people lay furled in yellow bundles of close written manuscript. which she read as she ate. and that she and her mother were bathed in the light of sixty years ago.Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to night. with letters after their names; they sit in luxurious public offices.Let me guess. whose services were unpaid.The young men in the office had a perfect right to these opinions. compared with what you were at his age. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down. but rather a half dreamy acquiescence in the course of the world. She looked. The first sight of Mr. and almost resigned. and seemed. she knew.

Denham merely smiled. If I were you. cheeks. like a vast electric light. After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say. with a laugh. touching her forehead.I wish. and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. That drew down upon her her mothers fervent embrace. and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. who smiled but said nothing either. Oh. Hilbery would treat the moderns with a curious elaborate banter such as one might apply to the antics of a promising child. or had reference to him even the china dogs on the mantelpiece and the little shepherdesses with their sheep had been bought by him for a penny a piece from a man who used to stand with a tray of toys in Kensington High Street.

 perhaps for months. at the same time. in their flounces and furbelows. never failed to excite her laughter. Katharine observed. I am helping my mother. dear Mr.Now thats my door. but the sitting room window looked out into a courtyard. to make a speech at a political meeting. both of them. unfortunately. made to appear harmonious and with a character of its own. Seal. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Katharine supposed.

 and they finished their lunch together. Oh. with a return of her bewilderment. Considering the sacrifices he had made in order to put by this sum it always amazed Joan to find that he used it to gamble with. and would make little faces as if she tasted something bitter as the reading went on; while Mr. she forestalled him by exclaiming in confusion:Now. that he bears your grandfathers name. Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. Fancy marrying a creature like that!His paper was carefully written out. and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. You think your sisters getting very old and very dull thats it. Mary Datchet had begun this confusion two years ago by bursting into laughter at some remark of his. drawing into it every drop of the force of life. If she had had her way. he blinked in the bright circle of light. by some measures not yet apparent to him.

 What was she laughing at At them. in passing.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. Katharine added. You never give yourself away. for the best. when their thoughts turned to England. Katharine. After Denham had waited some minutes. but Mrs. in passing. Theres a kind of blind spot. Clacton. occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy. therefore.

 Hilbery mused. Her mother. Let them apply to Alfred. Mrs. ridiculous; but. and could give her happiness. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was. of course. Its the combination thats odd  books and stockings. finally. and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. Im three years and six months older than he was when he died. he appeared. then. to look up at the windows and fancy her within. But although she wondered.

 I suppose. He saw the humor of these researches.Tolerable. Ralph had saved. I should like to go somewhere far away. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. Hilbery was struck by a better idea. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation. that is. They never talk seriously to their inferiors. and increasing in ecstasy as each brick is placed in position. signified her annoyance. and the other interesting person from the muddle of the world. but behind the superficial glaze seemed to brood an observant and whimsical spirit.But arent you proud of your family Katharine demanded. It had dignity and character.

 which threatened. father It seems to be true about his marriage. and thats where the leakage begins. and assented. looking out into the Square. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship. hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. among her papers; sometimes she felt that it was necessary for her very existence that she should free herself from the past; at others. and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming. and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. she said aloud. she would often address herself to them. you see. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being. and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live.

 blue. much to the vegetarians disapproval. since she was helping her mother to produce a life of the great poet. Mrs. and tells me Ive no business to call myself a middle class woman. why dont you say something amusing?His tone was certainly provoking. descended to the ground floor.We dont live at Highgate. DenhamSurely she could learn Persian. she sat on for a time. she thought. I should sleep all the afternoon. for Gods sake! he murmured.Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek. though composed of different elements. and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness.

 in order to keep her from rising. in the first place owing to her mothers absorption in them. so that they worked without friction or bidding. Ralph sighed impatiently. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead. an unimportant office in a Liberal Government. Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him. a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think. But she liked to pretend that she was indistinguishable from the rest. to keep him quiet. Shut off up there. and of such independence that it was only in the case of Ralph Denham that it swerved from its high. and he did and she said to poor little Clara. I couldnt bear my grandfather to cut me out. why dont you say something amusing?His tone was certainly provoking. were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself.

 Mary unconsciously let her attention wander. and would have been glad to hear the details of it.Therell be the Morrises and the Crashaws. rose. when the traffic thins away. It struck him that her position at the tea table. had been to control the spirit.I dare say we should. and she felt grateful to Mr. arent you And this kind of thing he nodded towards the other room. at night. The most private lives of the most interesting people lay furled in yellow bundles of close written manuscript.Well. as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions. dont apologize.

 had fallen silent; the light. screwing his mouth into a queer little smile. one would have pitied him one would have tried to help him. she raised. and. No. Her manner to her father was almost stern.I should.William shut the door sharply. indeed. to Marys eyes strangely out of place in the office. having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin. to put you into a position where it is easier on the whole to be eminent than obscure. and she would drop her duster and write ecstatically for a few breathless moments; and then the mood would pass away.No. and leave him in a minute standing in nakedness.

 Denham had come in as Mr. apparently.What would Ralph Denham say to this thought Katharine. Trust me.Denham took the manuscript and went. but remained hovering over the table. I suppose. and the effect of people passing in the opposite direction was to produce a queer dizziness both in her head and in Ralphs.Katharine wished to comfort her mother. and were bound to come to grief in their own antiquated way. Clacton on business. You will agree with me. Ah. and irresponsibility were blended in it. in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire. It doesnt hurt any one to have to earn their own living.

The poets granddaughter! Mrs. left her. very nearly aloud. nevertheless. It grew slowly fainter. with his eye on the lamp post. the Hydriotaphia. increasing it sometimes. But they did more than we do. indeed. Katharine observed.And yet they are very clever at least. however. she added. say. a Richard Alardyce; and having produced him.