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"Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet wa... | Mrs. Hilbery | know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical."<|quote|>"Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had... | of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical."<|quote|>"Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s c... | to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical."<|quote|>"Well, that ll do. I don t believe in ... | "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mot... | minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself to them, and was never altogether unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. In the first place she called them to witness that the room was darker than usual, and had all the lights turned on. "That s more cheerful," she exclaimed. "D you... | result is so charming," said Mrs. Hilbery, looking with pride at her daughter. "Still, I don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, in... | "Such a feeble little joke, wasn t it, but down it went into his notebook all the same."" "Let us congratulate ourselves that we shall be in the grave before that work is published," said Mr. Hilbery. The elderly couple were waiting for the dinner-bell to ring and for their daughter to come into the room. Their arm-cha... | of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily within his grasp, lent him an expression almost of melancholy. After sitting thus for a time, he seemed to reach some point in his thinking which demonstrated its futility, upon which he sighed and stretched his hand for ... | Night And Day |
"I wish," | Katharine Hilbery | about me in his diary."<|quote|>"I wish,"</|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, | he mayn t put down about me in his diary."<|quote|>"I wish,"</|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother | gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary."<|quote|>"I wish,"</|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked h... | and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t kn... | you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all ... | wood. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved backwards into a firm white ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them tes... | have had their share of experiences and wait, rather passively, for something to happen. Mr. Hilbery now gave all his attention to a piece of coal which had fallen out of the grate, and to selecting a favorable position for it among the lumps that were burning already. Mrs. Hilbery watched him in silence, and the smile... | father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. To them she appeared, as she walked towards them in her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only because her youth and ignoran... | Night And Day |
Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. | No speaker | in his diary." "I wish,"<|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention.</|quote|>"What is it you wish?" | t put down about me in his diary." "I wish,"<|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention.</|quote|>"What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. | the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish,"<|quote|>Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother alwa... | the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s ... | that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard o... | the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved backwards into a firm white ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in... | their share of experiences and wait, rather passively, for something to happen. Mr. Hilbery now gave all his attention to a piece of coal which had fallen out of the grate, and to selecting a favorable position for it among the lumps that were burning already. Mrs. Hilbery watched him in silence, and the smile changed ... | testified in the great man s own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to eat their dinner in silence, or with a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. But silence dep... | Night And Day |
"What is it you wish?" | Mr. Hilbery | was there, listening with attention.<|quote|>"What is it you wish?"</|quote|>he asked, as she paused. | she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention.<|quote|>"What is it you wish?"</|quote|>he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, | you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention.<|quote|>"What is it yo... | that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down abo... | course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s w... | ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great man s own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to e... | grate, and to selecting a favorable position for it among the lumps that were burning already. Mrs. Hilbery watched him in silence, and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon. When Mr. Hilbery had accomplished his task, he resumed his crouching position again, and beg... | her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only because her youth and ignorance made their knowledge of the world of some value. "The only excuse for you, Katharine, is that dinner is still later than you are," said Mr. Hilbery, putting down his spectacles. "I don t mind her ... | Night And Day |
he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. | No speaker | "What is it you wish?"<|quote|>he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts.</|quote|>"I wish mother wasn t | was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?"<|quote|>he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts.</|quote|>"I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at | Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?"<|quote|>he asked, as she pau... | makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I... | m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, ... | the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great man s own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to eat their dinner in silence, or wi... | favorable position for it among the lumps that were burning already. Mrs. Hilbery watched him in silence, and the smile changed on her lips as if her mind still played with the events of the afternoon. When Mr. Hilbery had accomplished his task, he resumed his crouching position again, and began to toy with the little ... | The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to eat their dinner in silence, or with a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. But silence depressed Mrs. Hilbery, and far from minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself to them... | Night And Day |
"I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." | Katharine Hilbery | on with her own thoughts.<|quote|>"I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry."</|quote|>"Thinking you must be poetical, | argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts.<|quote|>"I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry."</|quote|>"Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t | then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts.<|quote|>"I wish mother wasn t famous. I was ... | the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there,... | only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach ... | ever. The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to eat their dinner in silence, or with a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. But silence depressed Mrs. Hilbery, and far from minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself t... | the afternoon. When Mr. Hilbery had accomplished his task, he resumed his crouching position again, and began to toy with the little green stone attached to his watch-chain. His deep, oval-shaped eyes were fixed upon the flames, but behind the superficial glaze seemed to brood an observant and whimsical spirit, which k... | "I don t mind her being late when the result is so charming," said Mrs. Hilbery, looking with pride at her daughter. "Still, I don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. The... | Night And Day |
"Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" | Mr. Hilbery | talk to me about poetry."<|quote|>"Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?"</|quote|>"Who s been talking to | at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry."<|quote|>"Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?"</|quote|>"Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. | she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry."<|quote|>"Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?"</... | he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised he... | s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passin... | a few cryptic remarks expressed in a shorthand which could not be understood by the servants. But silence depressed Mrs. Hilbery, and far from minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself to them, and was never altogether unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. In the first place ... | with the little green stone attached to his watch-chain. His deep, oval-shaped eyes were fixed upon the flames, but behind the superficial glaze seemed to brood an observant and whimsical spirit, which kept the brown of the eye still unusually vivid. But a look of indolence, the result of skepticism or of a taste too f... | was darker than usual, and had all the lights turned on. "That s more cheerful," she exclaimed. "D you know, Katharine, that ridiculous goose came to tea with me? Oh, how I wanted you! He tried to make epigrams all the time, and I got so nervous, expecting them, you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram abo... | Night And Day |
"Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" | Mrs. Hilbery | see and aren t you?"<|quote|>"Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine | you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?"<|quote|>"Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her | she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?"<|quote|>"Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?"</|quote|>Mrs... | wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not mea... | Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know w... | be understood by the servants. But silence depressed Mrs. Hilbery, and far from minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself to them, and was never altogether unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. In the first place she called them to witness that the room was darker than usual,... | oval-shaped eyes were fixed upon the flames, but behind the superficial glaze seemed to brood an observant and whimsical spirit, which kept the brown of the eye still unusually vivid. But a look of indolence, the result of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily w... | china made regular circles of deep blue upon the shining brown wood. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved backwards into a firm white ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. | No speaker | to you about poetry, Katharine?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office.</|quote|>"They have an office at | you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office.</|quote|>"They have an office at the top of one of | they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed t... | Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with h... | Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask August... | Hilbery, and far from minding the presence of maids, she would often address herself to them, and was never altogether unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. In the first place she called them to witness that the room was darker than usual, and had all the lights turned on. "That s more cheerful,"... | the superficial glaze seemed to brood an observant and whimsical spirit, which kept the brown of the eye still unusually vivid. But a look of indolence, the result of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily within his grasp, lent him an expression almost of melanc... | you! He tried to make epigrams all the time, and I got so nervous, expecting them, you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I... | Night And Day |
"They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." | Katharine Hilbery | visit to the Suffrage office.<|quote|>"They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere."</|quote|>"Yes, the office atmos... | parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office.<|quote|>"They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere."</|quo... | at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office.<|quote|>"They have an office at the top of... | with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking yo... | teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t p... | unconscious of their approval or disapproval of her remarks. In the first place she called them to witness that the room was darker than usual, and had all the lights turned on. "That s more cheerful," she exclaimed. "D you know, Katharine, that ridiculous goose came to tea with me? Oh, how I wanted you! He tried to ma... | vivid. But a look of indolence, the result of skepticism or of a taste too fastidious to be satisfied by the prizes and conclusions so easily within his grasp, lent him an expression almost of melancholy. After sitting thus for a time, he seemed to reach some point in his thinking which demonstrated its futility, upon ... | indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon the table, and the china made regular circles of deep blue upon the shining brown wood. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved ba... | Night And Day |
"Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," | Mr. Hilbery | seems different in that atmosphere."<|quote|>"Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery. "I don | about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere."<|quote|>"Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in | to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere."<|quote|>"Yes, the office atmosphere is very b... | famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at ... | Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with atten... | to tea with me? Oh, how I wanted you! He tried to make epigrams all the time, and I got so nervous, expecting them, you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mr... | some point in his thinking which demonstrated its futility, upon which he sighed and stretched his hand for a book lying on the table by his side. Directly the door opened he closed the book, and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a mot... | sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katha... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery. | No speaker | very bad for the soul,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery.</|quote|>"I don t remember any | "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery.</|quote|>"I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in | top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery.</|quote|>"I don ... | to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Sq... | and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused.... | tried to make epigrams all the time, and I got so nervous, expecting them, you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out... | which he sighed and stretched his hand for a book lying on the table by his side. Directly the door opened he closed the book, and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. To them she appeared, as she w... | writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great man s own handwriting that he was yours sincerely or affectionately or for ever. The father and daughter would have been quite content, apparently, to eat their dinner in silence, or with a few cryptic remarks expressed i... | Night And Day |
"I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," | Mrs. Hilbery | the soul," said Mr. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I | atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one | of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I don t remember any offic... | poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I neve... | what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surpris... | epigrams all the time, and I got so nervous, expecting them, you know, that I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Kathar... | and stretched his hand for a book lying on the table by his side. Directly the door opened he closed the book, and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. To them she appeared, as she walked towards th... | china made regular circles of deep blue upon the shining brown wood. In the middle there was a bowl of tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved backwards into a firm white ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery mused, | No speaker | days, when Mamma lived there,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery mused,</|quote|>"and I can t fancy | Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery mused,</|quote|>"and I can t fancy turning one of those noble | I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery mused,</|quote|>"and I ... | you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and ... | impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued,... | tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember h... | opened he closed the book, and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. To them she appeared, as she walked towards them in her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them,... | Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and K... | Night And Day |
"and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." | Mrs. Hilbery | lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused,<|quote|>"and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them."</|quote|>"No, because they don t | the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused,<|quote|>"and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them."</|quote|>"No, because they don t read it as we read | to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused,<|quote|>"and I can t fancy turning one... | Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about... | herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went ... | made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted ... | the book, and the eyes of father and mother both rested on Katharine as she came towards them. The sight seemed at once to give them a motive which they had not had before. To them she appeared, as she walked towards them in her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only bec... | course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s w... | Night And Day |
"No, because they don t read it as we read it," | Katharine Hilbery | be something nice about them."<|quote|>"No, because they don t read it as we read it,"</|quote|>Katharine insisted. "But it s | clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them."<|quote|>"No, because they don t read it as we read it,"</|quote|>Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them | don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them."<|quote|>"No, because they don t read it as... | the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russe... | she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s be... | that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something lo... | not had before. To them she appeared, as she walked towards them in her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only because her youth and ignorance made their knowledge of the world of some value. "The only excuse for you, Katharine, is that dinner is still later than you are... | I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to... | Night And Day |
Katharine insisted. | No speaker | it as we read it,"<|quote|>Katharine insisted.</|quote|>"But it s nice to | because they don t read it as we read it,"<|quote|>Katharine insisted.</|quote|>"But it s nice to think of them reading your | days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it,"<|quote|>Katharine insisted.</|quote|>"But it s nic... | people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery ... | she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demande... | "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggeste... | them in her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only because her youth and ignorance made their knowledge of the world of some value. "The only excuse for you, Katharine, is that dinner is still later than you are," said Mr. Hilbery, putting down his spectacles. "I don t m... | "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet wa... | Night And Day |
"But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," | Mrs. Hilbery | we read it," Katharine insisted.<|quote|>"But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion | don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted.<|quote|>"But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived | Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted.<|quote|>"But it s nice to think of them r... | the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and ... | not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and K... | re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynic... | her light evening dress, extremely young, and the sight of her refreshed them, were it only because her youth and ignorance made their knowledge of the world of some value. "The only excuse for you, Katharine, is that dinner is still later than you are," said Mr. Hilbery, putting down his spectacles. "I don t mind her ... | Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him. Remember how devoted he is to his tiresome old mother." "That s only because she is his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and K... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. | No speaker | little forms all day long,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse.</|quote|>"At any rate, they haven | not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse.</|quote|>"At any rate, they haven t made a convert of | Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her noti... | atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read po... | t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office a... | his mother. Any one connected with himself" "No, no, Katharine that s too bad. That s what s the word I mean, Trevor, something long and Latin the sort of word you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of th... | their knowledge of the world of some value. "The only excuse for you, Katharine, is that dinner is still later than you are," said Mr. Hilbery, putting down his spectacles. "I don t mind her being late when the result is so charming," said Mrs. Hilbery, looking with pride at her daughter. "Still, I don t know that I _l... | while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents ... | Night And Day |
"At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," | Mr. Hilbery | the sovereigns into her purse.<|quote|>"At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," | her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse.<|quote|>"At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I | nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse.<|quote|>"At any rate, they haven t ... | Mrs. Hilbery mused, "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and... | you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and ... | you and Katharine know" Mr. Hilbery suggested "cynical." "Well, that ll do. I don t believe in sending girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I ac... | don t mind her being late when the result is so charming," said Mrs. Hilbery, looking with pride at her daughter. "Still, I don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They w... | think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t fam... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery remarked. | No speaker | what I was afraid of,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked.</|quote|>"Oh no," said Katharine very | convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked.</|quote|>"Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work | long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked.</|quote|>"Oh no," s... | little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notio... | her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very... | girls to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, an... | at her daughter. "Still, I don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that complime... | to college, but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heav... | Night And Day |
"Oh no," | Katharine Hilbery | afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>said Katharine very decidedly, "I | which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them | persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>said Katharine very d... | Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being d... | the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the ... | but I should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows wha... | "Still, I don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no ... | t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office a... | Night And Day |
said Katharine very decidedly, | No speaker | Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no,"<|quote|>said Katharine very decidedly,</|quote|>"I wouldn t work with | what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no,"<|quote|>said Katharine very decidedly,</|quote|>"I wouldn t work with them for anything." "It s | notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no,"<|quote|>said Katharine very decidedly,</|quote|>"I wo... | the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived fro... | office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said M... | should teach them that sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he m... | don t know that I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon... | I spilt the tea and he made an epigram about that!" "Which ridiculous goose?" Katharine asked her father. "Only one of my geese, happily, makes epigrams Augustus Pelham, of course," said Mrs. Hilbery. "I m not sorry that I was out," said Katharine. "Poor Augustus!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "But we re all too hard on him... | Night And Day |
"I wouldn t work with them for anything." | Katharine Hilbery | no," said Katharine very decidedly,<|quote|>"I wouldn t work with them for anything."</|quote|>"It s curious," Mr. Hilbery | of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly,<|quote|>"I wouldn t work with them for anything."</|quote|>"It s curious," Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter, | being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly,<|quote|>"I wouldn t work with them for anyth... | there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a... | office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t r... | sort of thing. It makes one feel so dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me... | I _like_ your being out so late, Katharine," she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon the table, and ... | been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related t... | Night And Day |
"It s curious," | Mr. Hilbery | work with them for anything."<|quote|>"It s curious,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with | very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them for anything."<|quote|>"It s curious,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter, "how the sight | scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them for anything."<|quote|>"It s curious,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilber... | because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she s... | old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell S... | dignified, bringing out these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine ... | she continued. "You took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon the table, and the china made regular circles of deep blue u... | demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datche... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter, | No speaker | for anything." "It s curious,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter,</|quote|>"how the sight of one | wouldn t work with them for anything." "It s curious,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter,</|quote|>"how the sight of one s fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one | counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them for anything." "It s curious,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with... | t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovere... | Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the o... | these little allusions, and passing on gracefully to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impe... | took a cab, I hope?" Here dinner was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon the table, and the china made regular circles of deep blue upon the shining brow... | was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "... | Night And Day |
"how the sight of one s fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one off. They show up the faults of one s cause so much more plainly than one s antagonists. One can be enthusiastic in one s study, but directly one comes into touch with the people who agree with one, all the glamor goes. So I ve always found," | Mr. Hilbery | continued, agreeing with his daughter,<|quote|>"how the sight of one s fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one off. They show up the faults of one s cause so much more plainly than one s antagonists. One can be enthusiastic in one s study, but directly one comes into touch with the people who agree with one, all the glamo... | "It s curious," Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter,<|quote|>"how the sight of one s fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one off. They show up the faults of one s cause so much more plainly than one s antagonists. One can be enthusiastic in one s study, but directly one comes into touch with the people who a... | the sovereigns into her purse. "At any rate, they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them for anything." "It s curious," Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter,<|quote|>"how the sight of one... | Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up those dreadful little forms all day long," Mrs. Hilbery persisted, her notion of office life being derived from some chance view of a scene behind the counter at her bank, as she slipped the sovereigns into her purse. "At a... | people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the old days, when Mamma lived there," Mrs. Hilbery ... | to the next topic. But I don t know what s come over me I actually had to ask Augustus the name of the lady Hamlet was in love with, as you were out, Katharine, and Heaven knows what he mayn t put down about me in his diary." "I wish," Katharine started, with great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always st... | was announced, and Mr. Hilbery formally led his wife downstairs on his arm. They were all dressed for dinner, and, indeed, the prettiness of the dinner-table merited that compliment. There was no cloth upon the table, and the china made regular circles of deep blue upon the shining brown wood. In the middle there was a... | was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffrage office. "They have an office at the top of one of the old houses in Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in tha... | Night And Day |
and he proceeded to tell them, as he peeled his apple, how he committed himself once, in his youthful days, to make a speech at a political meeting, and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke, he became gradually converted to the other way of thinking, if thinking ... | No speaker | So I ve always found,"<|quote|>and he proceeded to tell them, as he peeled his apple, how he committed himself once, in his youthful days, to make a speech at a political meeting, and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke, he became gradually converted to the othe... | one, all the glamor goes. So I ve always found,"<|quote|>and he proceeded to tell them, as he peeled his apple, how he committed himself once, in his youthful days, to make a speech at a political meeting, and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke, he became gradu... | chokes one off. They show up the faults of one s cause so much more plainly than one s antagonists. One can be enthusiastic in one s study, but directly one comes into touch with the people who agree with one, all the glamor goes. So I ve always found,"<|quote|>and he proceeded to tell them, as he peeled his apple, how... | they haven t made a convert of Katharine, which was what I was afraid of," Mr. Hilbery remarked. "Oh no," said Katharine very decidedly, "I wouldn t work with them for anything." "It s curious," Mr. Hilbery continued, agreeing with his daughter, "how the sight of one s fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one off. They sho... | "and I can t fancy turning one of those noble great rooms into a stuffy little Suffrage office. Still, if the clerks read poetry there must be something nice about them." "No, because they don t read it as we read it," Katharine insisted. "But it s nice to think of them reading your grandfather, and not filling up thos... | herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they argued, while Mrs. Hilbery went ... | tawny red and yellow chrysanthemums, and one of pure white, so fresh that the narrow petals were curved backwards into a firm white ball. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment, and slips of paper pasted beneath them testified in the great man s own handwritin... | great impetuosity, and checked herself. Her mother always stirred her to feel and think quickly, and then she remembered that her father was there, listening with attention. "What is it you wish?" he asked, as she paused. He often surprised her, thus, into telling him what she had not meant to tell him; and then they a... | Night And Day |
"Oh, Katharine," | Mrs. Hilbery | and her skirts slightly raised.<|quote|>"Oh, Katharine,"</|quote|>she exclaimed, "how you ve | one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised.<|quote|>"Oh, Katharine,"</|quote|>she exclaimed, "how you ve made me think of Mamma | both regarded the drawing-room, fresh swept and set in order for the last section of the day, with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains, and the arm-chairs warming in the blaze. Mrs. Hilbery stood over the fire, with one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised.<|quote|>"Oh, Katharine,"</|quote|>sh... | as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both regarded the drawing-room, fresh swept ... | placed on the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. ... | if thinking it could be called, and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. Katharine listened and felt as she generally did when her father, and to some extent her mother, described their feelings, that she quite understood and agreed wit... | went on with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her v... | found," and he proceeded to tell them, as he peeled his apple, how he committed himself once, in his youthful days, to make a speech at a political meeting, and went there ablaze with enthusiasm for the ideals of his own side; but while his leaders spoke, he became gradually converted to the other way of thinking, if t... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed, | No speaker | skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"how you ve made me | on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"how you ve made me think of Mamma and the | the drawing-room, fresh swept and set in order for the last section of the day, with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains, and the arm-chairs warming in the blaze. Mrs. Hilbery stood over the fire, with one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"... | by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both regarded the drawing-room, fresh swept and se... | the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. These shor... | it could be called, and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. Katharine listened and felt as she generally did when her father, and to some extent her mother, described their feelings, that she quite understood and agreed with them, but,... | with her own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to ... | had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. Katharine listened and felt as she generally did when her father, and to some extent her mother, described their feelings, that she quite understood and agreed with them, but, at the same time, saw s... | Night And Day |
"how you ve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. Papa sent me in with a bunch of violets while he waited round the c... | Mrs. Hilbery | raised. "Oh, Katharine," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"how you ve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. Papa sent me in wit... | fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"how you ve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stoppe... | fresh swept and set in order for the last section of the day, with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains, and the arm-chairs warming in the blaze. Mrs. Hilbery stood over the fire, with one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"how you ve made me think of... | religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both regarded the drawing-room, fresh swept and set in ord... | hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. These short, but cle... | be called, and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. Katharine listened and felt as she generally did when her father, and to some extent her mother, described their feelings, that she quite understood and agreed with them, but, at the s... | own thoughts. "I wish mother wasn t famous. I was out at tea, and they would talk to me about poetry." "Thinking you must be poetical, I see and aren t you?" "Who s been talking to you about poetry, Katharine?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded, and Katharine was committed to giving her parents an account of her visit to the Suffr... | became gradually converted to the other way of thinking, if thinking it could be called, and had to feign illness in order to avoid making a fool of himself an experience which had sickened him of public meetings. Katharine listened and felt as she generally did when her father, and to some extent her mother, described... | Night And Day |
As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster... | No speaker | was before things were hopeless...."<|quote|>As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence,... | been a summer evening. That was before things were hopeless...."<|quote|>As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of ... | the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. Papa sent me in with a bunch of violets while he waited round the corner. It must have been a summer evening. That was before things were hopeless...."<|quote|>As she spoke an expression ... | warming in the blaze. Mrs. Hilbery stood over the fire, with one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine," she exclaimed, "how you ve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl ... | what had been said at dinner, the sense of being women together coming out most strongly when the male sex was, as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipa... | her vision, as they always did. The plates succeeded each other swiftly and noiselessly in front of her, and the table was decked for dessert, and as the talk murmured on in familiar grooves, she sat there, rather like a judge, listening to her parents, who did, indeed, feel it very pleasant when they made her laugh. D... | Russell Square. I never saw such queer-looking people. And the man discovered I was related to the poet, and talked to me about poetry. Even Mary Datchet seems different in that atmosphere." "Yes, the office atmosphere is very bad for the soul," said Mr. Hilbery. "I don t remember any offices in Russell Square in the o... | fellow-enthusiasts always chokes one off. They show up the faults of one s cause so much more plainly than one s antagonists. One can be enthusiastic in one s study, but directly one comes into touch with the people who agree with one, all the glamor goes. So I ve always found," and he proceeded to tell them, as he pee... | Night And Day |
"If they d lived now," | Mrs. Hilbery | knew what the truth was.<|quote|>"If they d lived now,"</|quote|>she concluded, "I feel it | Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was.<|quote|>"If they d lived now,"</|quote|>she concluded, "I feel it wouldn t have happened. People | do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was.<|quote|>"If they d lived now,"</|qu... | if she did not live alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story... | mind, as if she could not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the m... | to listen. Papa sent me in with a bunch of violets while he waited round the corner. It must have been a summer evening. That was before things were hopeless...." As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. Th... | that she quite understood and agreed with them, but, at the same time, saw something which they did not see, and always felt some disappointment when they fell short of her vision, as they always did. The plates succeeded each other swiftly and noiselessly in front of her, and the table was decked for dessert, and as t... | fire, with one foot on the fender, and her skirts slightly raised. "Oh, Katharine," she exclaimed, "how you ve made me think of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin ... | Night And Day |
she concluded, | No speaker | "If they d lived now,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I feel it wouldn t | knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t | was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I feel ... | alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in t... | not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the ga... | in with a bunch of violets while he waited round the corner. It must have been a summer evening. That was before things were hopeless...." As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had no... | agreed with them, but, at the same time, saw something which they did not see, and always felt some disappointment when they fell short of her vision, as they always did. The plates succeeded each other swiftly and noiselessly in front of her, and the table was decked for dessert, and as the talk murmured on in familia... | of Mamma and the old days in Russell Square! I can see the chandeliers, and the green silk of the piano, and Mamma sitting in her cashmere shawl by the window, singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. Papa sent me in with a bunch of violets while he waited round the corner. It must have been a... | Night And Day |
"I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be ... | Mrs. Hilbery | d lived now," she concluded,<|quote|>"I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischie... | the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded,<|quote|>"I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both o... | reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded,<|quote|>"I feel it wouldn t have happene... | whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentativ... | out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and... | a bunch of violets while he waited round the corner. It must have been a summer evening. That was before things were hopeless...." As she spoke an expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a... | them, but, at the same time, saw something which they did not see, and always felt some disappointment when they fell short of her vision, as they always did. The plates succeeded each other swiftly and noiselessly in front of her, and the table was decked for dessert, and as the talk murmured on in familiar grooves, s... | some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education, and, indeed, Mrs. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. But she had been her father s companion at the season when he wrote the finest of his poems. She had sat on ... | Night And Day |
The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, | No speaker | that you love your husband!"<|quote|>The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself,</|quote|>"Now this is what Mary | marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!"<|quote|>The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself,</|quote|>"Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don | able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!"<|quote|>The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comfortin... | set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded, "I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cur... | size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic mansion, and, if she did not live alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them fra... | rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education, and, indeed, Mrs. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. But she had been her father s companion at the season when he wrote the finest of his poems. She had sat on his knee in tave... | very pleasant when they made her laugh. Daily life in a house where there are young and old is full of curious little ceremonies and pieties, which are discharged quite punctually, though the meaning of them is obscure, and a mystery has come to brood over them which lends even a superstitious charm to their performanc... | have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education, an... | Night And Day |
"Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it must be to live as they do!" | Katharine Hilbery | her, Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it must be to live as they do!"</|quote|>for all the evening she | Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it must be to live as they do!"</|quote|>for all the evening she had been comparing her home | would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"Now this is what Mary Datchet ... | knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded, "I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both... | in this gigantic mansion, and, if she did not live alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was co... | irregularities of education, and, indeed, Mrs. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. But she had been her father s companion at the season when he wrote the finest of his poems. She had sat on his knee in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets, and it was for her sake, so people said, that he h... | young and old is full of curious little ceremonies and pieties, which are discharged quite punctually, though the meaning of them is obscure, and a mystery has come to brood over them which lends even a superstitious charm to their performance. Such was the nightly ceremony of the cigar and the glass of port, which wer... | in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets, and it was for her sake, so people said, that he had cured himself of his dissipation, and become the irreproachable literary character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient... | Night And Day |
for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there. | No speaker | to live as they do!"<|quote|>for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there.</|quote|>"But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, | How simple it must be to live as they do!"<|quote|>for all the evening she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there.</|quote|>"But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden | your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it must be to live as they do!"<|quote|>for all the evening she had been comparing h... | had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforti... | the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked... | poems. She had sat on his knee in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets, and it was for her sake, so people said, that he had cured himself of his dissipation, and become the irreproachable literary character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and mor... | lends even a superstitious charm to their performance. Such was the nightly ceremony of the cigar and the glass of port, which were placed on the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hil... | character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wish... | Night And Day |
"But, Katharine," | Mrs. Hilbery | office and the people there.<|quote|>"But, Katharine,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one | and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there.<|quote|>"But, Katharine,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of | and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. 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.<|quote|>"But, Katharine,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with o... | could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is... | for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded, "... | said, that he had cured himself of his dissipation, and become the irreproachable literary character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass ... | placed on the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. ... | Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, | No speaker | the people there. "But, Katharine,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood,</|quote|>"though, Heaven knows, I don | with the Suffrage office and the people there. "But, Katharine,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood,</|quote|>"though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you | Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden ... | do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sor... | Mrs. Hilbery was constantly reverting to the story, it was always in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded, "I feel it w... | he had cured himself of his dissipation, and become the irreproachable literary character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass out of life... | the right hand and on the left hand of Mr. Hilbery, and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. These shor... | of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic man... | Night And Day |
"though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." | Mrs. Hilbery | her sudden changes of mood,<|quote|>"though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t."</|quote|>The alteration of her name | Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood,<|quote|>"though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t."</|qu... | m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood,<|quote|>"though, Heaven knows, I don t want to ... | made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it ... | in this tentative and restless fashion, as though by a touch here and there she could set things straight which had been crooked these sixty years. Perhaps, indeed, she no longer knew what the truth was. "If they d lived now," she concluded, "I feel it wouldn t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they w... | literary character that the world knows, whose inspiration had deserted him. As Mrs. Hilbery grew old she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katha... | and simultaneously Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine left the room. All the years they had lived together they had never seen Mr. Hilbery smoke his cigar or drink his port, and they would have felt it unseemly if, by chance, they had surprised him as he sat there. These short, but clearly marked, periods of separation between... | when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alard... | Night And Day |
The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one. | No speaker | money, because he hasn t."<|quote|>The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one.</|quote|>"It s very dull that | that he s got any money, because he hasn t."<|quote|>The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one.</|quote|>"It s very dull that you can only marry one | changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t."<|quote|>The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, ... | of position I m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t wa... | t have happened. People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure ... | without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced pi... | These short, but clearly marked, periods of separation between the sexes were always used for an intimate postscript to what had been said at dinner, the sense of being women together coming out most strongly when the male sex was, as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort... | expression of regret, which must have come frequently to cause the lines which now grew deep round the lips and eyes, settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to grea... | Night And Day |
"It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly," | Mrs. Hilbery | want to marry any one.<|quote|>"It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery reflected. "I always | sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one.<|quote|>"It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery reflected. "I always wish that you could marry | woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one.<|quote|>"It s very dull that you can ... | she had been comparing her home and her father and mother with the Suffrage office and the people there. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-... | go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine... | to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence?... | been said at dinner, the sense of being women together coming out most strongly when the male sex was, as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pl... | had been her father s companion at the season when he wrote the finest of his poems. She had sat on his knee in taverns and other haunts of drunken poets, and it was for her sake, so people said, that he had cured himself of his dissipation, and become the irreproachable literary character that the world knows, whose i... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery reflected. | No speaker | only marry one husband, certainly,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery reflected.</|quote|>"I always wish that you | very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery reflected.</|quote|>"I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants | Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one. "It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery reflected.</|quot... | the Suffrage office and the people there. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn... | everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datch... | a legend. The house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic mansio... | most strongly when the male sex was, as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both re... | mansion, and, if she did not live alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to have been able to discuss them frankly. But this it became less and less possible to do, for though Mrs. Hilbery was constantly revertin... | Night And Day |
"I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. Perhaps they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William" | Mrs. Hilbery | husband, certainly," Mrs. Hilbery reflected.<|quote|>"I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. Perhaps they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William"</|quote|>But here Mr. Hilbery came | you can only marry one husband, certainly," Mrs. Hilbery reflected.<|quote|>"I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. Perhaps they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William"</|quote|>But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid | unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one. "It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly," Mrs. Hilbery reflected.<|quote|>"I always wish that you could m... | and the people there. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s go... | come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don ... | house in Russell Square, for example, with its noble rooms, and the magnolia-tree in the garden, and the sweet-voiced piano, and the sound of feet coming down the corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic mansion, and, if she... | the male sex was, as if by some religious rite, secluded from the female. Katharine knew by heart the sort of mood that possessed her as she walked upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both regarded the drawing-... | more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts themselves were so much of... | Night And Day |
But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid part of the evening began. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other, while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame, and her father read the newspaper, not so attentively but that he could comment humorous... | No speaker | I confess that dear William"<|quote|>But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid part of the evening began. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other, while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame, and her father read the newspaper, not so attentive... | that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William"<|quote|>But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid part of the evening began. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other, while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame, and her father read the... | didn t want to marry any one. "It s very dull that you can only marry one husband, certainly," Mrs. Hilbery reflected. "I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you. Perhaps they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William"<|quote|>But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more... | surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, that she didn t want to marry any one. "It s ve... | that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. How simple it must be to live as they do!" for all the evening she had been compa... | corridors, and other properties of size and romance had they any existence? Yet why should Mrs. Alardyce live all alone in this gigantic mansion, and, if she did not live alone, with whom did she live? For its own sake, Katharine rather liked this tragic story, and would have been glad to hear the details of it, and to... | upstairs to the drawing-room, her mother s arm in hers; and she could anticipate the pleasure with which, when she had turned on the lights, they both regarded the drawing-room, fresh swept and set in order for the last section of the day, with the red parrots swinging on the chintz curtains, and the arm-chairs warming... | she thought more and more of the past, and this ancient disaster seemed at times almost to prey upon her mind, as if she could not pass out of life herself without laying the ghost of her parent s sorrow to rest. Katharine wished to comfort her mother, but it was difficult to do this satisfactorily when the facts thems... | Night And Day |
"Please, Katharine, read us something _real_." | Mrs. Hilbery | cheap and nasty for words.<|quote|>"Please, Katharine, read us something _real_."</|quote|>Katharine had to go to | was all too clever and cheap and nasty for words.<|quote|>"Please, Katharine, read us something _real_."</|quote|>Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a | Hilbery would treat the moderns with a curious elaborate banter such as one might apply to the antics of a promising child. So this evening, after five pages or so of one of these masters, Mrs. Hilbery protested that it was all too clever and cheap and nasty for words.<|quote|>"Please, Katharine, read us something _rea... | and Katharine did her best to interest her parents in the works of living and highly respectable authors; but Mrs. Hilbery was perturbed by the very look of the light, gold-wreathed volumes, and would make little faces as if she tasted something bitter as the reading went on; while Mr. Hilbery would treat the moderns w... | who wants to marry you. Perhaps they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William" But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid part of the evening began. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other, while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little... | then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of pos... | settled on her face. The poet s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education, and, indeed, Mrs. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. But she h... | People aren t so set upon tragedy as they were then. If my father had been able to go round the world, or if she d had a rest cure, everything would have come right. But what could I do? And then they had bad friends, both of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love you... | Night And Day |
Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek, yellow calf, which had directly a sedative effect upon both her parents. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding, and Katharine found that her letters needed all her attention. CHAPTER VIII She took her let... | No speaker | Katharine, read us something _real_."<|quote|>Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek, yellow calf, which had directly a sedative effect upon both her parents. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding, and Katharine found that her letters needed al... | and nasty for words. "Please, Katharine, read us something _real_."<|quote|>Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek, yellow calf, which had directly a sedative effect upon both her parents. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding, and Katharine fo... | a curious elaborate banter such as one might apply to the antics of a promising child. So this evening, after five pages or so of one of these masters, Mrs. Hilbery protested that it was all too clever and cheap and nasty for words. "Please, Katharine, read us something _real_."<|quote|>Katharine had to go to the bookc... | interest her parents in the works of living and highly respectable authors; but Mrs. Hilbery was perturbed by the very look of the light, gold-wreathed volumes, and would make little faces as if she tasted something bitter as the reading went on; while Mr. Hilbery would treat the moderns with a curious elaborate banter... | they ll come to that in time, but meanwhile I confess that dear William" But here Mr. Hilbery came in, and the more solid part of the evening began. This consisted in the reading aloud by Katharine from some prose work or other, while her mother knitted scarves intermittently on a little circular frame, and her father ... | of them, who made mischief. Ah, Katharine, when you marry, be quite, quite sure that you love your husband!" The tears stood in Mrs. Hilbery s eyes. While comforting her, Katharine thought to herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. H... | s marriage had not been a happy one. He had left his wife, and after some years of a rather reckless existence, she had died, before her time. This disaster had led to great irregularities of education, and, indeed, Mrs. Hilbery might be said to have escaped education altogether. But she had been her father s companion... | herself, "Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. Denham don t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hi... | Night And Day |
"What would Ralph Denham say to this?" | Katharine Hilbery | money, which he has _not_."<|quote|>"What would Ralph Denham say to this?"</|quote|>thought Katharine, beginning to pace | which he IS, and having money, which he has _not_."<|quote|>"What would Ralph Denham say to this?"</|quote|>thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. | her profuse, emphatic statement, "that he bears your grandfather s name, and so will the child that is to be born. The poor boy is not so much to blame as the woman who deluded him, thinking him a gentleman, which he IS, and having money, which he has _not_."<|quote|>"What would Ralph Denham say to this?"</|quote|>thou... | once; and Cyril, rightly or wrongly, was indignant with such interference with his affairs, and would not own that he had any cause to be ashamed of himself. Had he any cause to be ashamed of himself, Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again. "Remember," she wrote, in her profuse, emphatic statement, "that ... | But the two letters which each told the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. She was really rather shocked to find it definitely established that her own second cousin, Cyril Alardyce, had lived for the last four years with a woman who was not his wife, who had borne him two children, and was... | that her letters needed all her attention. CHAPTER VIII She took her letters up to her room with her, having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. Hilbery left them, for so long as she sat in the same room as her mother, Mrs. Hilbery might, at any moment, ask for a sight of the post. A very hasty glance throug... | t understand. This is the sort of position I m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "t... | their position, which agitated Katharine more than she liked. Then there were two letters which had to be laid side by side and compared before she could make out the truth of their story, and even when she knew the facts she could not decide what to make of them; and finally she had to reflect upon a great many pages ... | Night And Day |
thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of some one else s windows. | No speaker | Ralph Denham say to this?"<|quote|>thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of some one else s windows.</|quote|>"What would Ma... | he has _not_." "What would Ralph Denham say to this?"<|quote|>thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of some one else s windo... | your grandfather s name, and so will the child that is to be born. The poor boy is not so much to blame as the woman who deluded him, thinking him a gentleman, which he IS, and having money, which he has _not_." "What would Ralph Denham say to this?"<|quote|>thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom.... | indignant with such interference with his affairs, and would not own that he had any cause to be ashamed of himself. Had he any cause to be ashamed of himself, Katharine wondered; and she turned to her aunt again. "Remember," she wrote, in her profuse, emphatic statement, "that he bears your grandfather s name, and so ... | the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. She was really rather shocked to find it definitely established that her own second cousin, Cyril Alardyce, had lived for the last four years with a woman who was not his wife, who had borne him two children, and was now about to bear him another. This... | CHAPTER VIII She took her letters up to her room with her, having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. Hilbery left them, for so long as she sat in the same room as her mother, Mrs. Hilbery might, at any moment, ask for a sight of the post. A very hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that, by ... | position I m always getting into. 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. "But, Katharine," Mrs. Hilbery continued, with one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want ... | took her letters up to her room with her, having persuaded her mother to go to bed directly Mr. Hilbery left them, for so long as she sat in the same room as her mother, Mrs. Hilbery might, at any moment, ask for a sight of the post. A very hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that, by some coincidence,... | Night And Day |
"What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?" | Katharine Hilbery | some one else s windows.<|quote|>"What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?"</|quote|>she reflected, pausing by the | and the yellow lights of some one else s windows.<|quote|>"What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?"</|quote|>she reflected, pausing by the window, which, as the night | Ralph Denham say to this?" thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of some one else s windows.<|quote|>"What would Mary Datche... | emphatic statement, "that he bears your grandfather s name, and so will the child that is to be born. The poor boy is not so much to blame as the woman who deluded him, thinking him a gentleman, which he IS, and having money, which he has _not_." "What would Ralph Denham say to this?" thought Katharine, beginning to pa... | borne him two children, and was now about to bear him another. This state of things had been discovered by Mrs. Milvain, her aunt Celia, a zealous inquirer into such matters, whose letter was also under consideration. Cyril, she said, must be made to marry the woman at once; and Cyril, rightly or wrongly, was indignant... | for a sight of the post. A very hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that, by some coincidence, her attention had to be directed to many different anxieties simultaneously. In the first place, Rodney had written a very full account of his state of mind, which was illustrated by a sonnet, and he demanded... | one of her sudden changes of mood, "though, Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed K... | upon a great many pages from a cousin who found himself in financial difficulties, which forced him to the uncongenial occupation of teaching the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin. But the two letters which each told the same story differently were the chief source of her perplexity. She was really rather ... | Night And Day |
she reflected, pausing by the window, which, as the night was warm, she raised, in order to feel the air upon her face, and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. But with the air the distant humming sound of far-off crowded thoroughfares was admitted to the room. The incessant and tumultuous hum of the distant t... | No speaker | Datchet and Ralph Denham say?"<|quote|>she reflected, pausing by the window, which, as the night was warm, she raised, in order to feel the air upon her face, and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. But with the air the distant humming sound of far-off crowded thoroughfares was admitted to the room. The incess... | s windows. "What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?"<|quote|>she reflected, pausing by the window, which, as the night was warm, she raised, in order to feel the air upon her face, and to lose herself in the nothingness of night. But with the air the distant humming sound of far-off crowded thoroughfares was admi... | to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of some one else s windows. "What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?"<|quote|>she reflected, pausing by the w... | name, and so will the child that is to be born. The poor boy is not so much to blame as the woman who deluded him, thinking him a gentleman, which he IS, and having money, which he has _not_." "What would Ralph Denham say to this?" thought Katharine, beginning to pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the cur... | to bear him another. This state of things had been discovered by Mrs. Milvain, her aunt Celia, a zealous inquirer into such matters, whose letter was also under consideration. Cyril, she said, must be made to marry the woman at once; and Cyril, rightly or wrongly, was indignant with such interference with his affairs, ... | hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that, by some coincidence, her attention had to be directed to many different anxieties simultaneously. In the first place, Rodney had written a very full account of his state of mind, which was illustrated by a sonnet, and he demanded a reconsideration of their posi... | Heaven knows, I don t want to see you married, surely if ever a man loved a woman, William loves you. And it s a nice, rich-sounding name too Katharine Rodney, which, unfortunately, doesn t mean that he s got any money, because he hasn t." The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine, and she observed, rather sharply, ... | too clever and cheap and nasty for words. "Please, Katharine, read us something _real_." Katharine had to go to the bookcase and choose a portly volume in sleek, yellow calf, which had directly a sedative effect upon both her parents. But the delivery of the evening post broke in upon the periods of Henry Fielding, and... | Night And Day |
"I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" | Katharine Hilbery | and said, shutting her book:<|quote|>"I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?"</|quote|>"Cyril seems to have been | waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book:<|quote|>"I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?"</|quote|>"Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish | saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book:<|quote|>"I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia a... | him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basi... | s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out ... | it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand and went do... | a sigh, and returned once more to her letters. She could not doubt but that William s letter was the most genuine she had yet received from him. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her, he wrote. He believed that he knew her, and could give her happiness, and that their marriage would be unlike... | are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cy... | Night And Day |
"Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," | Mr. Hilbery | What are we to do?"<|quote|>"Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in his | be true about his marriage. What are we to do?"<|quote|>"Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine | and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?"<|quote|>"Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very fool... | made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white r... | was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful questio... | s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand and went downstairs. It was past eleven, and the clocks had come into their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competiti... | yet received from him. He had come to the conclusion that he could not live without her, he wrote. He believed that he knew her, and could give her happiness, and that their marriage would be unlike other marriages. Nor was the sonnet, in spite of its accomplishment, lacking in passion, and Katharine, as she read the p... | Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He w... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. | No speaker | in a very foolish manner,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself.</|quote|>"He s about done for | seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself.</|quote|>"He s abou... | roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and delibe... | this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighe... | s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and wha... | vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand and went downstairs. It was past eleven, and the clocks had come into their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ... | he could not live without her, he wrote. He believed that he knew her, and could give her happiness, and that their marriage would be unlike other marriages. Nor was the sonnet, in spite of its accomplishment, lacking in passion, and Katharine, as she read the pages through again, could see in what direction her feelin... | sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the famil... | Night And Day |
"He s about done for himself, I should say," | Mr. Hilbery | of his thoughts for himself.<|quote|>"He s about done for himself, I should say,"</|quote|>he continued. Without saying anything, | seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself.<|quote|>"He s about done for himself, I should say,"</|quote|>he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters | to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself.<|quote|>"He ... | blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a ve... | and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before ... | their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ran out behind the rest of the house, on the ground floor, and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and... | lacking in passion, and Katharine, as she read the pages through again, could see in what direction her feelings ought to flow, supposing they revealed themselves. She would come to feel a humorous sort of tenderness for him, a zealous care for his susceptibilities, and, after all, she considered, thinking of her fathe... | back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew wh... | Night And Day |
he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said | No speaker | for himself, I should say,"<|quote|>he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said</|quote|>"Humph!" and gave the letters | himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say,"<|quote|>he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said</|quote|>"Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows | a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say,"<|quote|>he co... | of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant a... | had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was readin... | ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ran out behind the rest of the house, on the ground floor, and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers... | pages through again, could see in what direction her feelings ought to flow, supposing they revealed themselves. She would come to feel a humorous sort of tenderness for him, a zealous care for his susceptibilities, and, after all, she considered, thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her fac... | sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead... | Night And Day |
"Humph!" | Mr. Hilbery | through. At length he said<|quote|>"Humph!"</|quote|>and gave the letters back | his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said<|quote|>"Humph!"</|quote|>and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing | balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said<|quote|>"Humph!"</|quote|... | Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips ... | in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Ital... | floor, and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it... | of tenderness for him, a zealous care for his susceptibilities, and, after all, she considered, thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not r... | he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying any... | Night And Day |
and gave the letters back to her. | No speaker | At length he said "Humph!"<|quote|>and gave the letters back to her.</|quote|>"Mother knows nothing about it," | eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!"<|quote|>and gave the letters back to her.</|quote|>"Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell | his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!"<|quote|>and gave the lett... | Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so ju... | general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian... | and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could ... | tenderness for him, a zealous care for his susceptibilities, and, after all, she considered, thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not retu... | He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, wou... | Night And Day |
"Mother knows nothing about it," | Katharine Hilbery | the letters back to her.<|quote|>"Mother knows nothing about it,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "Will you tell | he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her.<|quote|>"Mother knows nothing about it,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your | reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her.<|quote|>"Mother knows nothing about i... | be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many o... | that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges ... | the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" ins... | his susceptibilities, and, after all, she considered, thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something o... | fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to w... | Night And Day |
Katharine remarked. | No speaker | "Mother knows nothing about it,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"Will you tell her?" "I | the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But | thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.... | What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. ... | had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosett... | a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the ... | she considered, thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experie... | ground floor, and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of w... | Night And Day |
"Will you tell her?" | Katharine Hilbery | nothing about it," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"Will you tell her?"</|quote|>"I shall tell your mother. | back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"Will you tell her?"</|quote|>"I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her | himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"Will you te... | we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s abo... | for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red... | abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in ... | thinking of her father and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experience of it hersel... | Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched he... | Night And Day |
"I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." | Mr. Hilbery | remarked. "Will you tell her?"<|quote|>"I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do."</|quote|>"But the marriage?" Katharine asked, | knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?"<|quote|>"I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do."</|quote|>"But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery | done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?"<|quote|>"I shall tel... | seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himsel... | a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses.... | a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was ... | and mother, what is love? Naturally, with her face, position, and background, she had experience of young men who wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experience of it herself, her mind had unconsc... | particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and... | Night And Day |
"But the marriage?" | Katharine Hilbery | whatever for us to do."<|quote|>"But the marriage?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, with some diffidence. | her that there is nothing whatever for us to do."<|quote|>"But the marriage?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and | hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do."<|quote|>"But the marriage?"</|quote|>... | Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted ... | watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a... | green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle h... | wished to marry her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experience of it herself, her mind had unconsciously occupied itself for some years in dressing up an image of love, and the marriage that was the outcome of lo... | who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed.... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. | No speaker | to do." "But the marriage?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire.</|quote|>"What in the name of | is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire.</|quote|>"What in the name of conscience did he do it | eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, with some d... | difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and r... | a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aun... | Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than ... | her, and made protestations of love, but, perhaps because she did not return the feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experience of it herself, her mind had unconsciously occupied itself for some years in dressing up an image of love, and the marriage that was the outcome of love, and the man ... | could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, pro... | Night And Day |
"What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" | Mr. Hilbery | and stared into the fire.<|quote|>"What in the name of conscience did he do it for?"</|quote|>he speculated at last, rather | diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire.<|quote|>"What in the name of conscience did he do it for?"</|quote|>he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. | back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire.<|quote|>"What in the name of... | and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing a... | and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we... | it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, ... | feeling, it remained something of a pageant to her. Not having experience of it herself, her mind had unconsciously occupied itself for some years in dressing up an image of love, and the marriage that was the outcome of love, and the man who inspired love, which naturally dwarfed any examples that came her way. Easily... | preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as... | Night And Day |
he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." | No speaker | did he do it for?"<|quote|>he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense."</|quote|>"Well, if the younger generation | in the name of conscience did he do it for?"<|quote|>he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense."</|quote|>"Well, if the y... | you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?"<|quote|>he speculated at last, rather to himself ... | "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall... | blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a ve... | "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scru... | experience of it herself, her mind had unconsciously occupied itself for some years in dressing up an image of love, and the marriage that was the outcome of love, and the man who inspired love, which naturally dwarfed any examples that came her way. Easily, and without correction by reason, her imagination made pictur... | them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general.... | Night And Day |
"Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," | Mr. Hilbery | quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense."<|quote|>"Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair,"</|quote|>he remarked. "But isn t | me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense."<|quote|>"Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair,"</|quote|>he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to | of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense."<|quote|>"Well, if the younger generation wan... | knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?... | true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of h... | these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair s... | way. Easily, and without correction by reason, her imagination made pictures, superb backgrounds casting a rich though phantom light upon the facts in the foreground. Splendid as the waters that drop with resounding thunder from high ledges of rock, and plunge downwards into the blue depths of night, was the presence o... | his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag ... | Night And Day |
he remarked. | No speaker | s none of our affair,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"But isn t it our | life on those lines, it s none of our affair,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them | to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"But isn t it our af... | that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, ... | said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything... | s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and wha... | the facts in the foreground. Splendid as the waters that drop with resounding thunder from high ledges of rock, and plunge downwards into the blue depths of night, was the presence of love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everyt... | Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the... | Night And Day |
"But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" | Katharine Hilbery | of our affair," he remarked.<|quote|>"But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?"</|quote|>Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why | those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked.<|quote|>"But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?"</|quote|>Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply | her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked.<|quote|>"But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to... | is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now... | Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took... | of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he ... | in the foreground. Splendid as the waters that drop with resounding thunder from high ledges of rock, and plunge downwards into the blue depths of night, was the presence of love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was s... | mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the in... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked rather wearily. | No speaker | to make them get married?"<|quote|>Katharine asked rather wearily.</|quote|>"Why the dickens should they | t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?"<|quote|>Katharine asked rather wearily.</|quote|>"Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father | "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?"<|quote|>Katharine asked rather wearily.</|qu... | with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full o... | carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them throu... | not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular,... | from high ledges of rock, and plunge downwards into the blue depths of night, was the presence of love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered, and nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimo... | editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he ... | Night And Day |
"Why the dickens should they apply to me?" | Mr. Hilbery | married?" Katharine asked rather wearily.<|quote|>"Why the dickens should they apply to me?"</|quote|>her father demanded with sudden | perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily.<|quote|>"Why the dickens should they apply to me?"</|quote|>her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head | has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily.<|quote|>"Why the dickens should they ... | Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, tho... | while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!"... | carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in... | rock, and plunge downwards into the blue depths of night, was the presence of love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered, and nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimous hero, riding a gr... | that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in pa... | Night And Day |
her father demanded with sudden irritation. | No speaker | should they apply to me?"<|quote|>her father demanded with sudden irritation.</|quote|>"Only as the head of | rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?"<|quote|>her father demanded with sudden irritation.</|quote|>"Only as the head of the family" "But I m | nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?"<|quote|>her father demanded with s... | "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger gene... | and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing a... | was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that ... | of night, was the presence of love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered, and nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimous hero, riding a great horse by the shore of the sea. They rode thr... | saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and sai... | Night And Day |
"Only as the head of the family" | Katharine Hilbery | father demanded with sudden irritation.<|quote|>"Only as the head of the family"</|quote|>"But I m not the | they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation.<|quote|>"Only as the head of the family"</|quote|>"But I m not the head of the family. Alfred | the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation.<|quote|>"Only as the head of the fa... | did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life... | of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. ... | deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, a... | love she dreamt, drawing into it every drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered, and nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimous hero, riding a great horse by the shore of the sea. They rode through forests together, they ga... | which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag s Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats s uncle had been John rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in Eng... | Night And Day |
"But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," | Mr. Hilbery | the head of the family"<|quote|>"But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again | with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family"<|quote|>"But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was | its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family"<|quote|>"But I m not the head of the famil... | at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our... | about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell ... | the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her... | drop of the force of life, and dashing them all asunder in the superb catastrophe in which everything was surrendered, and nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimous hero, riding a great horse by the shore of the sea. They rode through forests together, they galloped by the rim of the sea. But wakin... | details about these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet s system of punctuation. He saw the humor of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a de... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. | No speaker | Let them apply to Alfred,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family.</|quote|>"I think, perhaps, the best | the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family.</|quote|>"I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me | make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into ... | now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rathe... | adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with s... | have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading... | nothing might be reclaimed. The man, too, was some magnanimous hero, riding a great horse by the shore of the sea. They rode through forests together, they galloped by the rim of the sea. But waking, she was able to contemplate a perfectly loveless marriage, as the thing one did actually in real life, for possibly the ... | note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling ... | Night And Day |
"I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," | Katharine Hilbery | however, in mentioning the family.<|quote|>"I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them,"</|quote|>she observed. "I won t | had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family.<|quote|>"I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them,"</|quote|>she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near | as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family.<|quote|>"I think, perhaps, the best thing would ... | younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I... | it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at l... | she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little ro... | through forests together, they galloped by the rim of the sea. But waking, she was able to contemplate a perfectly loveless marriage, as the thing one did actually in real life, for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night... | adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with s... | Night And Day |
she observed. | No speaker | to go and see them,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I won t have you | thing would be for me to go and see them,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. | Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I won t h... | our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them a... | tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter ove... | Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for he... | able to contemplate a perfectly loveless marriage, as the thing one did actually in real life, for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went... | of these researches, but that did not prevent him from carrying them out with the utmost scrupulosity. He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the ... | Night And Day |
"I won t have you going anywhere near them," | Mr. Hilbery | and see them," she observed.<|quote|>"I won t have you going anywhere near them,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted | be for me to go and see them," she observed.<|quote|>"I won t have you going anywhere near them,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I | the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed.<|quote|>"I won t have you going anyw... | he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfre... | that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, ... | this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighe... | contemplate a perfectly loveless marriage, as the thing one did actually in real life, for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her ... | her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did ... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. | No speaker | you going anywhere near them,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority.</|quote|>"Indeed, I don t understand | observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority.</|quote|>"Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you | Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied with ... | to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his a... | "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butl... | watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a... | did actually in real life, for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary th... | Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched he... | Night And Day |
"Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." | Mr. Hilbery | with unwonted decision and authority.<|quote|>"Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you."</|quote|>"I ve always been friends | near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority.<|quote|>"Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you."</|quote|>"I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But | arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority.<|quote|>"Indeed, I don t un... | wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched... | Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense,... | She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It... | people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things. At this moment she was much inclined to sit on into the night, spinning her light fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went ... | general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian... | Night And Day |
"I ve always been friends with Cyril," | Katharine Hilbery | anything to do with you."<|quote|>"I ve always been friends with Cyril,"</|quote|>Katharine observed. "But did he | see that it s got anything to do with you."<|quote|>"I ve always been friends with Cyril,"</|quote|>Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about | and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you."<|quote|>"I ve always been friends with Cyril,"</|quote|>Kat... | of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t hav... | to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn ... | rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his p... | fabric of thoughts until she tired of their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to w... | roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate ton... | Night And Day |
Katharine observed. | No speaker | always been friends with Cyril,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"But did he ever tell | do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. | t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"But did he ever te... | of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," ... | her aunt s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make th... | that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine f... | their futility, and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to t... | comfortably in a deep arm-chair smoking a cigar, and ruminating the fruitful question as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what sh... | Night And Day |
"But did he ever tell you anything about this?" | Mr. Hilbery | friends with Cyril," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"But did he ever tell you anything about this?"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. | you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"But did he ever tell you anything about this?"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She | you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"But did he ever tell you anything ... | family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hil... | s letter over again, and she now quoted a sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get ma... | father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some... | and went to her mathematics; but, as she knew very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to take counsel with... | gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in th... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even? | No speaker | tell you anything about this?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even?</|quote|>"As to your mother," said | observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even?</|quote... | unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine... | relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "I... | sentence. "Ibsen and Butler.... He has sent me a letter full of quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "W... | her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while he... | very well, it was necessary that she should see her father before he went to bed. The case of Cyril Alardyce must be discussed, her mother s illusions and the rights of the family attended to. Being vague herself as to what all this amounted to, she had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand ... | father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave ... | Night And Day |
"As to your mother," | Mr. Hilbery | some reason, unsympathetic hostile even?<|quote|>"As to your mother,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, after a | think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even?<|quote|>"As to your mother,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed | he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even?<|quote|>"As to your mother,"</|quo... | anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. H... | our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relap... | and deliberate tones. Katharine found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out ... | this amounted to, she had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand and went downstairs. It was past eleven, and the clocks had come into their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ran out behind the rest of th... | quotations nonsense, though clever nonsense." "Well, if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines, it s none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded wit... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed to be considering the color of the flames, | No speaker | even? "As to your mother,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed to be considering the color of the flames,</|quote|>"you had better tell her | for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even? "As to your mother,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed to be considering the color of the flames,</|quote|>"you had better tell her the facts. She d better | anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even? "As to your mother,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, afte... | Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharp... | make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-... | found some difficulty in carrying on the conversation, while her father balanced his finger-tips so judiciously, and seemed to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyegla... | had to take counsel with her father. She took her letters in her hand and went downstairs. It was past eleven, and the clocks had come into their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ran out behind the rest of the house, on the ground... | saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyr... | Night And Day |
"you had better tell her the facts. She d better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better." | Mr. Hilbery | the color of the flames,<|quote|>"you had better tell her the facts. She d better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better."</|quote|>Granting the assumption that gentlemen | he seemed to be considering the color of the flames,<|quote|>"you had better tell her the facts. She d better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better."</|quote|>Granting the assumption that g... | hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even? "As to your mother," said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed to be considering the color of the flames,<|quote|>"you had better tell her the facts. Sh... | the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think... | demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think,... | to reserve so many of his thoughts for himself. "He s about done for himself, I should say," he continued. Without saying anything, he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," K... | was past eleven, and the clocks had come into their reign, the grandfather s clock in the hall ticking in competition with the small clock on the landing. Mr. Hilbery s study ran out behind the rest of the house, on the ground floor, and was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract ... | rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had ... | Night And Day |
Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her room. What a distance he was from it all! How superficia... | No speaker | talk there is the better."<|quote|>Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her room. What a distance... | t know. And the less talk there is the better."<|quote|>Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her ... | the color of the flames, "you had better tell her the facts. She d better know the facts before every one begins to talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better."<|quote|>Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cult... | was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympathetic hostile even? "As to your mother," said Mr. Hilbery, after a pause, in which he seemed to be considering the color of the flames, "you had better tell ... | had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the busine... | gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in th... | was a very silent, subterranean place, the sun in daytime casting a mere abstract of light through a skylight upon his books and the large table, with its spread of white papers, now illumined by a green reading-lamp. Here Mr. Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be p... | her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine ask... | Night And Day |
"Have you told mother?" | Katharine Hilbery | in order to question him.<|quote|>"Have you told mother?"</|quote|>she asked. Her manner to | after breakfast the next morning in order to question him.<|quote|>"Have you told mother?"</|quote|>she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, | that way. He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him.<|quote|>"Have you told mother?"</|quote|>s... | his own view of life! He never wondered what Cyril had felt, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish, because other people did not behave in that way. He seemed to be looking through a telesco... | every one begins to talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better." Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katha... | not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed.... | as to whether Coleridge had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he... | he took Katharine s letters out of her hand, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read them through. At length he said "Humph!" and gave the letters back to her. "Mother knows nothing about it," Katharine remarked. "Will you tell her?" "I shall tell your mother. But I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do.... | Night And Day |
she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. | No speaker | him. "Have you told mother?"<|quote|>she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed.</|quote|>"My dear child, it went | morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?"<|quote|>she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed.</|quote|>"My dear child, it went out of my head." He | to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?"<|quote|>she asked. Her manner to her f... | life! He never wondered what Cyril had felt, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish, because other people did not behave in that way. He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little fig... | talk about it, though why Aunt Celia thinks it necessary to come, I m sure I don t know. And the less talk there is the better." Granting the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help ... | the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have y... | had wished to marry Dorothy Wordsworth, and what, if he had done so, would have been the consequences to him in particular, and to literature in general. When Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was readin... | them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did... | Night And Day |
"My dear child, it went out of my head." | Mr. Hilbery | her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed.<|quote|>"My dear child, it went out of my head."</|quote|>He smoothed his silk hat | reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed.<|quote|>"My dear child, it went out of my head."</|quote|>He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected | made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed.<|quote|>"My dear child, it went out of my hea... | languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish, because other people did not behave in that way. He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall ... | the assumption that gentlemen of sixty who are highly cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her room. What a distance he was from it all! How superficially he sm... | touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business a... | Katharine came in he reflected that he knew what she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the... | I shall tell her that there is nothing whatever for us to do." "But the marriage?" Katharine asked, with some diffidence. Mr. Hilbery said nothing, and stared into the fire. "What in the name of conscience did he do it for?" he speculated at last, rather to himself than to her. Katharine had begun to read her aunt s le... | Night And Day |
He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry. | No speaker | went out of my head."<|quote|>He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry.</|quote|>"I ll send a note | sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head."<|quote|>He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry.</|quote|>"I ll send a note round from the office.... I | breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head."<|quote|>He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and... | was foolish, because other people did not behave in that way. He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to ques... | cultivated, and have had much experience of life, probably think of many things which they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her room. What a distance he was from it all! How superficially he smoothed these events into a semblance of decency which ... | "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ... | she had come for, and he made a pencil note before he spoke to her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little ro... | Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family. "I think, perhaps, the best thing would be for me to go and see them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and auth... | Night And Day |
"I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through." | Mr. Hilbery | affected an air of hurry.<|quote|>"I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through."</|quote|>"That wouldn t do at | hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry.<|quote|>"I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through."</|quote|>"That wouldn t do at all," Katharine said decidedly. "She | asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry.<|quote|>"I ll send a note round from the office.... I ... | be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was a... | they do not say, Katharine could not help feeling rather puzzled by her father s attitude, as she went back to her room. 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, nor did t... | them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did... | her. Having done this, he saw that she was reading, and he watched her for a moment without saying anything. She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited f... | it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, re... | Night And Day |
"That wouldn t do at all," | Katharine Hilbery | of proofs to get through."<|quote|>"That wouldn t do at all,"</|quote|>Katharine said decidedly. "She must | and I ve any amount of proofs to get through."<|quote|>"That wouldn t do at all,"</|quote|>Katharine said decidedly. "She must be told you or I | Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry. "I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through."<|quote|>"That wouldn t do at all,"</|quote|>Katharine said decidedl... | what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out... | 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, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had be... | understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cy... | and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about hi... | "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good ... | Night And Day |
Katharine said decidedly. | No speaker | wouldn t do at all,"<|quote|>Katharine said decidedly.</|quote|>"She must be told you | proofs to get through." "That wouldn t do at all,"<|quote|>Katharine said decidedly.</|quote|>"She must be told you or I must tell her. | it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry. "I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through." "That wouldn t do at all,"<|quote|>Katharine said decidedly.</|quote|>"She must be told you or I must t... | her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk... | 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, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was f... | into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he ... | her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to ... | should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however... | Night And Day |
"She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to have told her at first." | Katharine Hilbery | at all," Katharine said decidedly.<|quote|>"She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to have told her at first."</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery had now placed | through." "That wouldn t do at all," Katharine said decidedly.<|quote|>"She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to have told her at first."</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, | of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry. "I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through." "That wouldn t do at all," Katharine said decidedly.<|quote|>"She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to ... | the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetical... | he smoothed these events into a semblance of decency which harmonized with his own view of life! He never wondered what Cyril had felt, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish, because other p... | at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph De... | full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril s... | them," she observed. "I won t have you going anywhere near them," Mr. Hilbery replied with unwonted decision and authority. "Indeed, I don t understand why they ve dragged you into the business at all I don t see that it s got anything to do with you." "I ve always been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on the door-knob. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood, when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty, came into his eyes; malice, humor, and irresponsibility were blended in it. He nodded his head to and fro significantly,... | No speaker | have told her at first."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on the door-knob. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood, when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty, came into his eyes; malice, humor, and irresponsibility were blended in it. He nodded h... | tell her. We ought to have told her at first."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on the door-knob. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood, when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty, came into his eyes; malice, humor, and irresponsibility were blen... | ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this morning, and I ve any amount of proofs to get through." "That wouldn t do at all," Katharine said decidedly. "She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to have told her at first."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on t... | Her manner to her father was almost stern, and she seemed to hold endless depths of reflection in the dark of her eyes. Mr. Hilbery sighed. "My dear child, it went out of my head." He smoothed his silk hat energetically, and at once affected an air of hurry. "I ll send a note round from the office.... I m late this mor... | never wondered what Cyril had felt, nor did the hidden aspects of the case tempt him to examine into them. He merely seemed to realize, rather languidly, that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish, because other people did not behave in that way. He seemed to be looking through a telescope at little figures hund... | been friends with Cyril," Katharine observed. "But did he ever tell you anything about this?" Mr. Hilbery asked rather sharply. Katharine shook her head. She was, indeed, a good deal hurt that Cyril had not confided in her did he think, as Ralph Denham or Mary Datchet might think, that she was, for some reason, unsympa... | and white roses. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book: "I ve had a letter from Aunt Celia about Cyril, father.... It seems to be true about his marriage. What are we to do?" "Cyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner," said Mr. Hilbery, in his pleasant and deli... | her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let them apply to Alfred," said Mr. Hilbery, relapsing again into his arm-chair. Katharine was aware that she had touched a sensitive spot, however, in mentioning the family... | Night And Day |
"Katharine," | Mrs. Hilbery | her pen in the ink.<|quote|>"Katharine,"</|quote|>she said, lifting it in | Mrs. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink.<|quote|>"Katharine,"</|quote|>she said, lifting it in the air, "I ve just | that something was to suspend Cyril s behavior in her mind without any qualification at all. They would think whether it was good or bad; to her it was merely a thing that had happened. When Katharine reached the study, Mrs. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink.<|quote|>"Katharine,"</|quote|>she said, lifting ... | fear the report of a gun on the stage, from all that would have to be said on this occasion. Katharine, moreover, was unable to decide what she thought of Cyril s misbehavior. As usual, she saw something which her father and mother did not see, and the effect of that something was to suspend Cyril s behavior in her min... | in it. He nodded his head to and fro significantly, opened the door with an adroit movement, and stepped out with a lightness unexpected at his age. He waved his hand once to his daughter, and was gone. Left alone, Katharine could not help laughing to find herself cheated as usual in domestic bargainings with her fathe... | to be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father wa... | none of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Le... | amount of proofs to get through." "That wouldn t do at all," Katharine said decidedly. "She must be told you or I must tell her. We ought to have told her at first." Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on the door-knob. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood, when he ask... | Night And Day |
she said, lifting it in the air, | No speaker | pen in the ink. "Katharine,"<|quote|>she said, lifting it in the air,</|quote|>"I ve just made out | Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink. "Katharine,"<|quote|>she said, lifting it in the air,</|quote|>"I ve just made out such a queer, strange thing | something was to suspend Cyril s behavior in her mind without any qualification at all. They would think whether it was good or bad; to her it was merely a thing that had happened. When Katharine reached the study, Mrs. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink. "Katharine,"<|quote|>she said, lifting it in the air,... | the report of a gun on the stage, from all that would have to be said on this occasion. Katharine, moreover, was unable to decide what she thought of Cyril s misbehavior. As usual, she saw something which her father and mother did not see, and the effect of that something was to suspend Cyril s behavior in her mind wit... | it. He nodded his head to and fro significantly, opened the door with an adroit movement, and stepped out with a lightness unexpected at his age. He waved his hand once to his daughter, and was gone. Left alone, Katharine could not help laughing to find herself cheated as usual in domestic bargainings with her father, ... | be looking through a telescope at little figures hundreds of miles in the distance. Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. Hilbery what had happened made her follow her father into the hall after breakfast the next morning in order to question him. "Have you told mother?" she asked. Her manner to her father was a... | of our affair," he remarked. "But isn t it our affair, perhaps, to make them get married?" Katharine asked rather wearily. "Why the dickens should they apply to me?" her father demanded with sudden irritation. "Only as the head of the family" "But I m not the head of the family. Alfred s the head of the family. Let the... | at first." Mr. Hilbery had now placed his hat on his head, and his hand was on the door-knob. An expression which Katharine knew well from her childhood, when he asked her to shield him in some neglect of duty, came into his eyes; malice, humor, and irresponsibility were blended in it. He nodded his head to and fro sig... | Night And Day |
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