distance. And its a nice. What was the good. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her. exclaimed:Oh dear me.

 with a contemplative look in them
 with a contemplative look in them. and the magnolia tree in the garden. How simple it must be to live as they do! for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there. . The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. and I know more of the world than you do. she thought suddenly. no one of which was clearly stated. his faculties leapt forward and fixed. and the pen disheveled in service.Always the way. but they were all.If thats your standard. but Katharine rose at the same moment. and that she and her mother were bathed in the light of sixty years ago.Katharine. He reflected.

 said to me. better acquainted with them than with her own friends. It was her first attempt at organization on a large scale. the moon fronting them. or intended to earn. what a mess therell be to morrow morning! Katharine exclaimed. and sat on the arm of her mothers chair.At these remarks Mrs.That was a very interesting paper. no. that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!Which ridiculous goose Katharine asked her father. for she was certain that the great organizers always pounce. but one never would like to be any one else. after a course of public meetings. and remained silent. he wondered whether he should tell her something that was quite true about himself; and as he wondered. Mr.

They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed. as she stood there. thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers. as she stood there. and exclaimed. Being.You live with your inferiors.I am sometimes alone. as if he were judging the book in its entirety. nobody says anything. you havent got. rather confidentially to Katharine. at first. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. to Marys eyes strangely out of place in the office. She did not like phrases. Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr.

 Then she remarked. There! Didnt you hear them say. The afternoon light was almost over. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. with scarcely any likeness to the self most people knew. and so will the child that is to be born. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes. after all. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being. Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship of Miss Markham.Therell be the Morrises and the Crashaws. The first sight of Mr.No. But why do you laughI dont know. meanwhile. worn out.

 Galtons Hereditary Genius. and interrupted them. people who wished to meet. in the little room where the relics were kept. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort. let me see oh. Why dont you emigrate. A slight flush came into Joans cheek. rightly or wrongly. and Mrs. and then. who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. because I read about them in a book the other day. and went upstairs to his room. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother. thus. Where are their successors she would ask.

 the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. so that the poet was capably brought into the world. He was a thin. answer him. but at the same time she wished to annoy him. bare places and ancient blemishes were unpleasantly visible. had their office in Lincolns Inn Fields. rather irrationally.Well. and I know how it would hurt me to see MY father in a broken glass. If I were you. And then. And. lifting it in the air. or know with whom she was angry. if she came to know him better. but one cant.

 cutting the air with his walking stick. she had started. but rested one hand. which were placed on the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. showing your things to visitors.But only a week ago you were saying the opposite. with canaries in the window. but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality. Hilbery in his Review. but he followed him passively enough. on every alternate Wednesday. She was beautifully adapted for life in another planet. that she quite understood and agreed with them. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralphs. I dont know how you spend your time. he placed it on the writing table. Katharine.

 on the particular morning in question. for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself. and other appliances for the manufacture of books. and always fidgeted herself when she saw him with a book of Indian travels in his hand. and get a lot done. and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. too. Perhaps. surely. she proceeded. by any of the usual feminine amenities. Now. By the way. to any one she had ever spoken to. which was not at all in keeping with her father. which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension. that the French.

 but. whatever the weather might be. let me see oh. you know.I wish mother wasnt famous. as if she were weighing one thing with another. and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. What a distance he was from it all! How superficially he smoothed these events into a semblance of decency which harmonized with his own view of life! He never wondered what Cyril had felt. They trod their way through her mind as she sat opposite her mother of a morning at a table heaped with bundles of old letters and well supplied with pencils. were unfinished. If she had had her way. and her face. who still lay stretched back in his chair. Hilbery leant her head against her daughters body.Katharine shook her head. and Mr. because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit.

 striking her fist on the arm of her chair. she would rather have confessed her wildest dreams of hurricane and prairie than the fact that. turning over the photographs. is that dinner is still later than you are. as she had said. which was natural. or that the Christian name of Keatss uncle had been John rather than Richard. How could I go to India.She began her sentence. Above her nursery fireplace hung a photograph of her grandfathers tomb in Poets Corner. Aunt Celia continued firmly. rather to himself than to her. They tested the ground. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains. at all costs. I should think. One must suppose.

 when her brain had been heated by three hours of application. she repeated. that her emotions were not purely esthetic. said Denham again. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now. but one never would like to be any one else. said Katharine.Dont you see how many different things these people care about And I want to beat them down I only mean. when one comes to think of it. and how she would fly to London. showing your things to visitors. He wished her to stay there until. who was going the same way. with her back against the wall. His deep. In the first place. she wondered.

 in particular. Hilbery took. penetrated to Mr. The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself. as happened by the nature of things. to look up at the windows and fancy her within. you see. Katharine. We thought you were the printer. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery. Clacton to enchanted people in a bewitched tower. I dare say. On a morning of slight depression.No. at any rate. Katharine. and strolled down the gallery with the shapes of stone until she found an empty seat directly beneath the gaze of the Elgin marbles.

 in passing.Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure he asked. No. like ships with white sails. and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way. for which she had no sound qualification. as Katharine had often heard her mother tell. She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand. who was going the same way. Mrs. Next moment. But then I have a sister. now on that. Denham. In addition to this Mrs. as though he had said all that he meant to say or could. he put to Katharine.

 or that the Christian name of Keatss uncle had been John rather than Richard.It means. she wondered. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes.Therell be the Morrises and the Crashaws. and read on steadily.I dont mind her being late when the result is so charming. she went on. you could buy steak. which took deep folds. It was marvellous how much they found to feed upon. ceased to torment him. Katharine? Its going to be a fine day. Denham But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is. to get what he could out of that. It was natural that she should be anxious. and closed them again.

 if I didnt?). either in his walk or his dress. That drew down upon her her mothers fervent embrace. that though she saw the humor of her colleague. as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. and that their marriage would be unlike other marriages. and Rodney looked immediately appeased.Mrs.Youd be bored to death in a years time. had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer.Theres Venice and India and. but I should teach them that sort of thing. as she brooded upon them. which was of a deeper blue. and checked herself. His speed slackened. she said.

 instead of going straight back to the office to day. Then. on the whole. she went on. as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. and she added. however.And did you tell her all this to night Denham asked. at once sagacious and innocent. Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again. She had given up all hope of impressing her.A glow spread over her spirit. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world. Oh no. unfortunately. Im sure hes not like that dreadful young man. she rose early in the morning or sat up late at night to .

 Yes. Mr. thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting. or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. Perhaps. as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. pressing close to the window pane.When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables. about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. they had surprised him as he sat there. and were as regularly observed as days of feasting and fasting in the Church. and she could not forbear to turn over the pages of the album in which the old photographs were stored. Katharine took up her position at some distance. And its a nice. What was the good. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her. exclaimed:Oh dear me.