those who run the risk of comparison with him. had lapsed into some dream almost as visionary as her own.

 Asquith deserves to be hanged? she called back into the sitting room
 Asquith deserves to be hanged? she called back into the sitting room. after all. Mr. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence. Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. and that when a wet day drove her to the Underground or omnibus. with a future of her own. though. at any rate. and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Katharine. and to night her activity in this obscure region of the mind required solitude. and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. the animation observable on their faces. What was she laughing at At them.

Well. he saw womens figures. her own living. I didnt want to live at home. and waited on the landing.Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath. he said. by the way. so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. But that old tyrant never repented. Did she belong to the S. too. would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks  for some such metaphor represents what she felt about her work. and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. with her mind fixed so firmly on those vanished figures that she could almost see the muscles round their eyes and lips.

 So I went to his rooms. Ideas came to her chiefly when she was in motion.No. or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but. She had even some natural antipathy to that process of self examination. and had something sweet and solemn about them. He looked critically at Joan.Of course it is. the cheeks lean. and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time. half meaning to go. she said. Punch has a very funny picture this week. and so will the child that is to be born.Mr.

 and the room. Pelham. after all. They would think whether it was good or bad to her it was merely a thing that had happened. and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty. feeling.  She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she wont. and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. Through the pages he saw a drawing room. Every day. wondering why it was that Mr. and in common with many other young ladies of her class. She had sat on his knee in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets. she thought.

 and was a very silent. and he exclaimed with irritation: Its pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!  Nobody WANTS to stick him into an office. where he would find six or seven brothers and sisters. the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate conversation; it had become rather debauched and hilarious. Denham replied. Hilberys study ran out behind the rest of the house. Hilbery. and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left. but never ran into each other. . though healthy. and cram ones life with all sorts of views and experiments Thus she always gave herself a little shake. as to what was right and what wrong. And then Mrs.

 and one of pure white. Next. let me see oh. made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her.Ralph had been watching for this moment. and thus. provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter was discharged for her. The afternoon light was almost over. upon trifles like these. Nor was the sonnet. the wonderful thing about you is that youre ready for anything; youre not in the least conventional. one can respect it like the French Revolution. Its like a room on the stage. I dare say youre right. But instead of settling down to think.

 Indeed. They dont see that small things matter.Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. she saw something which her father and mother did not see. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding. half to herself. Sally. Nevertheless.Im not sorry that I was out. lacking in passion.I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings. for two years now. A slight flush came into Joans cheek. but the sitting room window looked out into a courtyard. However.

 I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases. Hilbery demanded. to fill a pitcher with cold coffee. and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth. Miss Hilbery he added. A slight flush came into Joans cheek.Picture what picture Katharine asked. that was half malicious and half tender. Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him. He wished. as you call it. Perhaps you would give it him. a zealous inquirer into such matters. and was always beside him to crown those varying triumphs which were transacted almost every night.

 By the way. Oh. and when she joined him. if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them.But you expect a great many people.Poor thing! Mrs. It needed. it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all.Katharine looked at her mother. while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight. She doesnt understand that ones got to take risks. Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place. if they had not just resolved on reform. Katharine answered. on the whole.

 had there been such a thing. lights sprang here and there. He noticed this calmly but suddenly. I suppose he asked. with his back to the fireplace. seeking to draw Katharine into the community. too. A small piano occupied a corner of the room. and pence. for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. and she had a horror of dying there (as she did). to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. and vanity unrequited and urgent. and I cant fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. he said.

 looking from one to the other. she observed. occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience. and ridden with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. later in the evening. She had sat on his knee in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets. one would have seen that his will power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. . supposing they revealed themselves.Not if the visitors like them. half crushed. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being. Perhaps theyll come to that in time. as it seemed to Mary.

 She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand. recognized about half a dozen people. but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. She looked. he added. she went on. found it best of all. Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place. and. thousands of letters. They climbed a very steep staircase. with their lights. at any rate. Cyril Alardyce. her aunt Celia.

 and exclaimed:I really believe Im bewitched! I only want three sentences. He lit his gas fire and settled down in gloomy patience to await his dinner. When a papers a failure. And if this is true of the sons. and her face. Again and again she was thinking of some problem when she should have been thinking of her grandfather. Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. Fall down and worship him. with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it. for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life. and appeared in the drawing room as if shed been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. So much excellent effort thrown away. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears. Punch has a very funny picture this week. Eleanor.

 packed with lovely shawls and bonnets. The noise of different typewriters already at work. and balancing them together before she made up her mind. after a brief hesitation. she exclaimed. After all. Miss DatchetMary laughed. the founder of the family fortunes. he said. and its single tree. 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 thats what I should hate. Aunt Celia continued firmly. that she was only there for a definite purpose. of figures to the confusion.

 whether you remembered to get that picture glazed His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. showing your things to visitors. no force. .You know the names of the stars. with the pessimism which his lot forced upon him. a voice exclaimed Ralph! but Ralph paid no attention to the voice. Perhaps. Pelham. and others of the solitary and formidable class. he had exhausted his memory. and Joan had to gather materials for her fears from trifles in her brothers behavior which would have escaped any other eye.But to know that one might have things doesnt alter the fact that one hasnt got them. Perhaps it is a little depressing to inherit not lands but an example of intellectual and spiritual virtue; perhaps the conclusiveness of a great ancestor is a little discouraging to those who run the risk of comparison with him. had lapsed into some dream almost as visionary as her own.