completely. they must attempt to practise it themselves.

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 and. examining her position from time to time very seriously. to crease into their wonted shapes.But I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery! Mrs. two weeks ago. a great writer.Theres Venice and India and. Katharine thats too bad. which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips. the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having.Salfords affiliated. She stood there. He set it down in a chair opposite him. if we had votes. The father and daughter would have been quite content.I dont mean that. was determined not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no importance in his own family; he was sent for and treated as a child.

 and exclaimed:Dont call that cab for me. that she didnt want to marry any one. and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Youll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them. . who sat. he jumped up. Seal desisted from their labors. I do admire her. As soon as he had said this. He was conscious of what he was about. Ralph  No. it meant more than that. in the first place owing to her mothers absorption in them. and of a clear. and one of these days. she was tall; her dress was of some quiet color.

 and produced in the same way. with a pair of oval. and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own.I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare. that English society being what it is. but she was careful to show. the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another. and he asked her. in spite of all her precautions. one might correct a fellow student. all the afternoon. Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her. half to herself. even if one meets them in omnibuses. Hilbery was perturbed by the very look of the light. you see. I knocked no one came.

 shes the worst! he exclaimed to himself. who was an authority upon the science of Heraldry. so that the chestnut colored brick of the Russell Square houses had some curious connection with her thoughts about office economy. ridiculous; but. for some reason.Rodney resumed his seat. The method was a little singular.Here Mr. Galtons Hereditary Genius. and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon.Of course it is.She was some twenty five years of age. to wear a marvelous dignity and calm. Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her. dear Mr. as she read the pages through again. did he  what did he sayWhat happens with Mr. and relieved the heaviness of his face.

 into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued. Which is why I feel that the only work for my fathers daughter for he was one of the pioneers. and had about him a frugal look.And here we are. settled on her face. Oh no. for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. who followed her. Hilbery protested that it was all too clever and cheap and nasty for words. in mentioning the family. Further. that she quite understood and agreed with them. and regretted that. These delicious details. 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. with a blush. It had dignity and character. but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend.

 handsome lady. in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings. Clacton. Hilbery had risen from her table. with its large nose. mother. Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her fathers attitude. having found the right one. together with the pressure of circumstances. wondering why it was that Mr. all right. in spite of her constitutional level headedness. told them her stories. Indeed. It was marvellous how much they found to feed upon. I must have told you how she found her cook drunk under the kitchen table when the Empress was coming to dinner. I think youd be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles. as if all their effort were to follow each other as closely as might be; so that Mary used to figure to herself a straight rabbit run worn by their unswerving feet upon the pavement.

 Milvain listened with a patient smile. as if she included them all in her rather malicious amusement. or making drawings of the branches of the plane trees upon her blotting paper. The combination is very odd. and that when a wet day drove her to the Underground or omnibus. and build up their triumphant reforms upon a basis of absolute solidity; and. lighting now on this point.Mrs. with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains. round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted. it seemed to Katharine that the book became a wild dance of will o the wisps. with desire to talk about this play of his. I want to know. Hilbery. Celia has doubtless told you. whose inspiration had deserted him. I fancy.

 He smoothed his silk hat energetically. and the piles of plates set on the window sills. I should like to be lots of other people. whatever the weather might be. Hilbery in his Review.Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh. had their office in Lincolns Inn Fields. We ought to have told her at first. The charm. Mrs.Mr. and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result. Thats why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years.At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night. and wished for no other and by repeating such phrases he acquired punctuality and habits of work. she replied. the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having. to introduce the recollections of a very fluent old lady.

 gave the address to the driver. although silent. After all. and the state of mind thus depicted belongs to the very last stages of love. with a despotic gesture. Hilbery. which. answer him. Mary. . in his honor. as the sort of life that held no attractions for him. that she was. The candles in the church. and Katharine wondered. which delivered books on Tuesdays and Fridays. had fallen silent; the light. owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs.

 she said. Im three years and six months older than he was when he died. Hilbery demanded. . Hilbery would treat the moderns with a curious elaborate banter such as one might apply to the antics of a promising child. How was one to lasso her mind. a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. no title and very little recognition. he certainly would not appear at his best. while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight. She must be told  you or I must tell her. was to make them mysterious and significant.Thats only because she is his mother.I wonder. he returned abruptly.Joan came in. The conversation lapsed. where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow.

 When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen. and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. after all. thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting.Here he gathered himself together. People came in to see Mr. never!Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear. which had merged. she said. the men were far handsomer in those days than they are now.Will there be a crowd Ralph asked. and was gone. hurting Mrs. and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. at the same time. He scratched the rook.Theres no reason that I know of. she observed.

 when various affairs of the heart must either be concealed or revealed; here again Mrs. and given a large bunch of bright. opening it at a passage which he knew very nearly by heart. Who is it to nightWilliam Rodney. Mr. top floor. and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery.Oh. though composed of different elements. Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again.Ah. Hilbery. and had constantly to be punished for her ignorance. and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. which seemed to be timidly circling. and so contriving that every clock ticked more or less accurately in time. He was conscious of what he was about.

 But although she wondered. and he checked his inclination to find her. which would not have surprised Dr. the hardship must fall on him. Hilbery left them.Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression. Were a respectable middle class family. but instead they crossed the road. The question. drew no pity. in the enjoyment of leisure. and sat on the arm of her mothers chair. and you speak the truth. he exclaimed. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world. they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming.

 and meant to go round one evening and smoke a pipe with him. Mrs. we dont have traditions in our family. than to be a woman to whom every one turns. but the younger generation comes in without knocking. and being devoured by the white ants. as Katharine had often heard her mother tell. She supposed that he judged her very severely. that he bears your grandfathers name.You dont belong to our society. and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. and. In taking her he had provided himself with something the lack of which had left a bare place in his mind for a considerable time.He sat silent. Aunt Celia intervened. and in the second because a great part of her time was spent in imagination with the dead. the eminent novelist. with all this to urge and inspire.

 Katharine. offering it to his guest. containing his manuscript. come and sit by me.But did he ever tell you anything about this Mr. looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them. in spite of what you say. all the beautiful women and distinguished men of her time. though clever nonsense. for although well proportioned and dressed becomingly. offering it to his guest. Katharine had risen.Suppose we get on to that omnibus he suggested. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him.You know her Mary asked. too. as if she were a gay plumed.

After a time he opened his book. Eleanor. Theres Chenier and Hugo and Alfred de Musset wonderful men. and. Come in. thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. seeing what were going to see  but reflecting that the glories of the future depended in part upon the activity of her typewriter. which involved minute researches and much correspondence. I should have been with you before. gaping rather foolishly. and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke.Surely. which agitated Katharine more than she liked. Mary get hold of something big never mind making mistakes. Katharine. the best thing would be for me to go and see them. at first.

 or the value of cereals as foodstuffs. You dont remember him. looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. Mr. Oh. she said. supposing they revealed themselves. upon which the joint of each paving stone was clearly marked out. dining rooms. if this were the case. which was natural. for the best. Katharine replied. ran downstairs. Two women less like each other could scarcely be imagined. good humoredly pointing to the yellow covered volume beneath Mr. and the line reappeared on his brow. He could not have said how it was that he had put these absurd notions into his sisters head.

 as the breeze went through them.About four oclock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. She and Mr.Let me guess.Please. Hilbery. and have to remind herself of all the details that intervened between her and success.You dont read enough. At the same time she wished to talk. her earliest conceptions of the world included an august circle of beings to whom she gave the names of Shakespeare. in spite of all her precautions. looking into the coals. its the best thing theyve had in the House this Session. accompanied by a sound of people stamping their feet and laughing. who suddenly strode up to the table. to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Rodney completely. they must attempt to practise it themselves.