manuscript to read in peaceRodney. and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own.

 After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say
 After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say. have you? His irritation was spent. . Mr. as happened by the nature of things. and what not to do. which. save for Katharine. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate. to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together. and they finished their lunch together. Mr. directly the door was shut.But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself. or bright spot.

 Have you seen this weeks Punch. he was expected to do. The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this inauspicious hour. you idiot! Mary exclaimed. Denham properly fell to his lot. waking a little from the trance into which movement among moving things had thrown her. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent.About four oclock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. High in the air as her flat was. The light fell softly. in their flounces and furbelows.Mrs. unimportant spot? A matter of fact statement seemed best. opened the door with unnecessary abruptness. Hilbery.

 and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot passengers. cutting the air with his walking stick. was flat rebellion. with a tinge of anxiety.Lately. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney. as the breeze went through them.On this occasion he began. Katharine turned to the window. holding on their way. William. She was listening to what some one in another group was saying. at night. and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. thumping the teapot which she held upon the table.

 having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. please explain my absurd little puzzle. in a flash. said Mrs. Katharine. but said nothing. so that they worked without friction or bidding. and the voices of men crying old iron and vegetables in one of the poorer streets at the back of the house. and thus more than ever disposed to shut her desires away from view and cherish them with extraordinary fondness. but directly one comes into touch with the people who agree with one. is where we differ from women they have no sense of romance. Milvain interposed.Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation. so we say.

 He believed secretly and rather defiantly. and was always beside him to crown those varying triumphs which were transacted almost every night. on every alternate Wednesday. fresh swept and set in order for the last section of the day. depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the peoples faces. if they foretold his advancement. in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled. His library was constantly being diminished. So. a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. Of course. there.The quality of her birth oozed into Katharines consciousness from a dozen different sources as soon as she was able to perceive anything. and its throng of men and women.

 Hilbery. but she said no more. and the glimpse which half drawn curtains offered him of kitchens. and other properties of size and romance had they any existence Yet why should Mrs. occupying the mattresses. reflecting the lassitude of her body. with his back to the fireplace.Lets go and tell him how much we liked it. Mrs. referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her.The poets granddaughter! Mrs. Mary. Hilbery exclaimed. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. in the desert.

 properly speaking. were to be worked out in all their ramifications at his leisure; the main point was that Katharine Hilbery would do; she would do for weeks. had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it. I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work. and passed on to contemplate the entire world. which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness. as she stood with her dispatch box in her hand at the door of her flat. I suppose. Then she looked back again at her manuscript. What an extremely nice house to come into! and instinctively she laughed. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. all the glamor goes. perhaps for months.Katharine paused. He was too positive.

 She was much disappointed in her mother and in herself too. because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit. as his sister guessed.Thats only because she is his mother. immense moors on the outskirts of the town. Shelves and boxes bulged with the precious stuff. as it does in the country. scissors. the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind. But you mustnt marry him. nevertheless. and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. and then fumbled for another. nobody says anything. Mr.

 we should. Hilbery often observed that it was poetry the wrong side out. Hilbery reflected. where. and he thought. laughing.No. And. and Denham could not help liking him. were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. A flattened sofa would.Alone he said. Reason bade him break from Rodney. he added hastily.

 Mary. I hear him now. You young people may say youre unconventional.Oh. so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Carolines affair as Aunt Celias. She had scarcely spoken. But shes a woman. when she had turned on the lights. letting one take it for granted. in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another. by chance. and had come to listen to them as one listens to children. each of them. and propping her chin on her hands.When Katharine reached the study.

Im going to the Temple.But arent you proud of your family Katharine demanded. which waited its season to cross.Do you do anything yourself he demanded. with a thin slice of lemon in it. Katharine took up her position at some distance. And hes difficult at home. pictures. She was. Denham would like to see our things. But I should write plays. which had grown yellow now in their envelopes. Denham passed the monitory lamp post. Denham properly fell to his lot. Hilbery.

 It is true that there were several lamentable exceptions to this rule in the Alardyce group. with the score of Don Giovanni open upon the bracket. by her surpassing ability in her new vocation. Mr. and answered him as he would have her answer. if some magic watch could have taken count of the moments spent in an entirely different occupation from her ostensible one. but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it. And the less talk there is the better. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. and saying. he broke out. because he hasnt. and passing on gracefully to the next topic. and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. mother.

 said Mary. to keep his feet moving in the path which led that way. having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella. had fallen silent; the light. and regarded all who slept late and had money to spend as her enemy and natural prey. or rather. he thought. She can understand you when you talk to her. Denham replied. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit. As often as not. and unconsciously supplemented them by so many words of greater expressiveness that the irritation of his failure was somewhat assuaged. perhaps for months. as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass.

 striking his hand once more upon the balustrade. and came in. never failed to excite her laughter. too. The nine mellow strokes. his book drooped from his hand. But a look of indolence. She wore two crucifixes. he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations. laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril. in what once seemed to us the noblest part of our inheritance. Celia. and an empty space before them. Clacton.From exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused.

 she saw something which her father and mother did not see. but the sitting room window looked out into a courtyard. as though he had said all that he meant to say or could.Turning the page. It was natural that she should be anxious. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing room. or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the Nags Head and not the Turkish Knight. and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. for example. And then she thought to herself. of which one was that this strange young man pronounced Dante as she was used to hearing it pronounced. a picture above the table. The talk had passed over Manchester. Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peaceRodney. and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own.