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he repeated, with immense decision. He shut the door and gave her address to the driver. She instantly was conveyed away from him, and her cab joined the knotted stream of vehicles, each marked by a light, and indistinguishable one from the other. He stood watching for a moment, and then, as if swept by some fierce imp... | No speaker | "that s Kew." "Kew?" "Kew,"<|quote|>he repeated, with immense decision. He shut the door and gave her address to the driver. She instantly was conveyed away from him, and her cab joined the knotted stream of vehicles, each marked by a light, and indistinguishable one from the other. He stood watching for a moment, and ... | know of," he said quickly; "that s Kew." "Kew?" "Kew,"<|quote|>he repeated, with immense decision. He shut the door and gave her address to the driver. She instantly was conveyed away from him, and her cab joined the knotted stream of vehicles, each marked by a light, and indistinguishable one from the other. He stood ... | considering and hesitating, with her foot upon the step. He guessed her difficulties; he knew in a second that she had heard nothing; he knew everything that she felt. "There s only one place to discuss things satisfactorily that I know of," he said quickly; "that s Kew." "Kew?" "Kew,"<|quote|>he repeated, with immense... | was that she had to decide. "I will write," she said vaguely. "No," she added, in a second, bethinking her of the difficulties of writing anything decided upon a question to which she had paid no attention, "I don t see how to manage it." She stood looking at Denham, considering and hesitating, with her foot upon the s... | was a mood that took such clear-eyed account of the conditions of human life that he was not disturbed in the least by the gliding presence of a taxicab, and without agitation he perceived that Katharine was conscious of it also, and turned her head in that direction. Their halting steps acknowledged the desirability o... | more and more distinctly, and, with the increase of noise, they both became silent. With a common instinct they slackened their pace, as if to lengthen the time of semi-privacy allowed them. To Ralph, the pleasure of these last yards of the walk with Katharine was so great that he could not look beyond the present mome... | of earning a livelihood in America; how much of their income went on rent, and other details known to him by heart. She listened to all this, so that she could have passed an examination in it by the time Waterloo Bridge was in sight; and yet she was no more listening to it than she was counting the paving-stones at he... | time of semi-privacy allowed them. To Ralph, the pleasure of these last yards of the walk with Katharine was so great that he could not look beyond the present moment to the time when she should have left him. He had no wish to use the last moments of their companionship in adding fresh words to what he had already sai... | Night And Day |
"D you think he ever passed this house?" | Mrs. Hilbery | her daughter with the exclamation:<|quote|>"D you think he ever passed this house?"</|quote|>The question, for the moment, | particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation:<|quote|>"D you think he ever passed this house?"</|quote|>The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have | her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation:<|quote|>"D you thin... | time being centered upon Stratford-on-Avon. She had a plan, she told Katharine, when, rather later than usual, Katharine came into the room the morning after her walk by the river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate pres... | a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest, Mrs. Hilbery had evolved a theory that Anne Hathaway had a way, among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately p... | the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed ... | in a few moments to such a sense of her presence that he worshipped her more than ever. But she was engaged to be married, he remembered with a start. The strength of his feeling was revealed to him instantly, and he gave himself up to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him w... | of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest... | Night And Day |
The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. | No speaker | he ever passed this house?"<|quote|>The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham.</|quote|>"On his way to Blackfriars, | the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?"<|quote|>The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham.</|quote|>"On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued, | that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?"<|quote|>The question, for th... | plan, she told Katharine, when, rather later than usual, Katharine came into the room the morning after her walk by the river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in Engl... | grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest, Mrs. Hilbery had evolved a theory that Anne Hathaway had a way, among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days fo... | She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these exc... | of her presence that he worshipped her more than ever. But she was engaged to be married, he remembered with a start. The strength of his feeling was revealed to him instantly, and he gave himself up to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly a... | She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, s... | Night And Day |
"On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," | Mrs. Hilbery | have reference to Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"On his way to Blackfriars, I mean,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you | moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"On his way to Blackfriars, I mean,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you know the latest discovery is | stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"On his way to Blackf... | the morning after her walk by the river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay... | theory that Anne Hathaway had a way, among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to... | sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor ... | to be married, he remembered with a start. The strength of his feeling was revealed to him instantly, and he gave himself up to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly and indignity. That little pink-cheeked dancing-master to marry Katharine? t... | for London before he went to bed. CHAPTER XXIV The first signs of spring, even such as make themselves felt towards the middle of February, not only produce little white and violet flowers in the more sheltered corners of woods and gardens, but bring to birth thoughts and desires comparable to those faintly colored and... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery continued, | No speaker | way to Blackfriars, I mean,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued,</|quote|>"for you know the latest | to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued,</|quote|>"for you know the latest discovery is that he owned | beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued,</... | river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was ... | among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she ... | She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her effor... | start. The strength of his feeling was revealed to him instantly, and he gave himself up to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly and indignity. That little pink-cheeked dancing-master to marry Katharine? that gibbering ass with the face of a... | and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth cha... | Night And Day |
"for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there." | Mrs. Hilbery | I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued,<|quote|>"for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there."</|quote|>Katharine still looked about her | "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued,<|quote|>"for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there."</|quote|>Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery | feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued,<|quote|>"for you know t... | Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her ... | of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, at least as go... | in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notab... | of his feeling was revealed to him instantly, and he gave himself up to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly and indignity. That little pink-cheeked dancing-master to marry Katharine? that gibbering ass with the face of a monkey on an organ?... | fluid, reflecting the shapes and colors of the present, as well as the shapes and colors of the past. In the case of Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was concerned, had never suffered much diminut... | Night And Day |
Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: | No speaker | he owned a house there."<|quote|>Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added:</|quote|>"Which is a proof that | the latest discovery is that he owned a house there."<|quote|>Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added:</|quote|>"Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor | her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there."<|quote|>Katharine still looked... | of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the excla... | of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, at least as good as other people s facts, and all her fancy for the time being centered ... | scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, she was under the impression o... | to an irresistible rage and sense of frustration. The image of Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly and indignity. That little pink-cheeked dancing-master to marry Katharine? that gibbering ass with the face of a monkey on an organ? that posing, vain, fantastical fop? with his tragedies and his comed... | the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the cert... | Night And Day |
"Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." | Mrs. Hilbery | perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added:<|quote|>"Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich."</|quote|>Then, perceiving her daughter s | still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added:<|quote|>"Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich."</|quote|>Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery | this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added:<|quote|>"Which is a p... | the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, ... | the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, at least as good as other people s facts, and all her fancy for the time being centered upon Stratford-on-Avon. She had a plan, she told Katharine, when, rather l... | seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, she was under the impression of living more in his shade at such times than at others. N... | Rodney came before him with every circumstance of folly and indignity. That little pink-cheeked dancing-master to marry Katharine? that gibbering ass with the face of a monkey on an organ? that posing, vain, fantastical fop? with his tragedies and his comedies, his innumerable spites and prides and pettinesses? Lord! m... | nor yields, at this season become soft and fluid, reflecting the shapes and colors of the present, as well as the shapes and colors of the past. In the case of Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was... | Night And Day |
Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. | No speaker | want him to be rich."<|quote|>Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing.</|quote|>"My dear, I m not | don t in the least want him to be rich."<|quote|>Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing.</|quote|>"My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though | a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich."<|quote|>Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. ... | that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there." Katharine sti... | s facts, and all her fancy for the time being centered upon Stratford-on-Avon. She had a plan, she told Katharine, when, rather later than usual, Katharine came into the room the morning after her walk by the river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater inte... | end of his biography, she was under the impression of living more in his shade at such times than at others. No one can escape the power of language, let alone those of English birth brought up from childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the t... | his tragedies and his comedies, his innumerable spites and prides and pettinesses? Lord! marry Rodney! She must be as great a fool as he was. His bitterness took possession of him, and as he sat in the corner of the underground carriage, he looked as stark an image of unapproachable severity as could be imagined. Direc... | herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, she was under the i... | Night And Day |
"My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," | Mrs. Hilbery | Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing.<|quote|>"My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd,"</|quote|>she mused, standing at the | daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing.<|quote|>"My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd,"</|quote|>she mused, standing at the window and... | added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing.<|quote|>"My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, thoug... | passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. Hilbery continued, "for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a pr... | She had a plan, she told Katharine, when, rather later than usual, Katharine came into the room the morning after her walk by the river, for visiting Shakespeare s tomb. Any fact about the poet had become, for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existi... | his shade at such times than at others. No one can escape the power of language, let alone those of English birth brought up from childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating... | marry Rodney! She must be as great a fool as he was. His bitterness took possession of him, and as he sat in the corner of the underground carriage, he looked as stark an image of unapproachable severity as could be imagined. Directly he reached home he sat down at his table, and began to write Katharine a long, wild, ... | of living more in his shade at such times than at others. No one can escape the power of language, let alone those of English birth brought up from childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old... | Night And Day |
she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, | No speaker | course. Isn t it odd,"<|quote|>she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane,</|quote|>"that for all one can | _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd,"<|quote|>she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane,</|quote|>"that for all one can see, that dear old thing | Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd,"<|quote|>she mused, standing at th... | a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery ... | for the moment, of far greater interest to her than the immediate present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughte... | Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study ... | severity as could be imagined. Directly he reached home he sat down at his table, and began to write Katharine a long, wild, mad letter, begging her for both their sakes to break with Rodney, imploring her not to do what would destroy for ever the one beauty, the one truth, the one hope; not to be a traitor, not to be ... | such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, she was under the impression of living more in his shade at such times than at others. No one can escape the po... | Night And Day |
"that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls,... | Mrs. Hilbery | tapping gently upon the pane,<|quote|>"that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, lit... | standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane,<|quote|>"that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little bo... | laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane,<|quote|>"that for all one can see, that dear o... | Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, thoug... | present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" T... | with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her... | at his table, and began to write Katharine a long, wild, mad letter, begging her for both their sakes to break with Rodney, imploring her not to do what would destroy for ever the one beauty, the one truth, the one hope; not to be a traitor, not to be a deserter, for if she were and he wound up with a quiet and brief a... | In the case of Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was concerned, had never suffered much diminution. But in the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts o... | Night And Day |
Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she re... | No speaker | and say: People, read Shakespeare!"<|quote|>Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragrap... | that crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!"<|quote|>Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be pr... | goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I should like to stand at that crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!"<|quote|>Katharine sat down at he... | t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fa... | that he owned a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity,... | struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, at least as good as other people s facts, and all her fanc... | gratitude. He covered sheet after sheet, and heard the early carts starting for London before he went to bed. CHAPTER XXIV The first signs of spring, even such as make themselves felt towards the middle of February, not only produce little white and violet flowers in the more sheltered corners of woods and gardens, but... | tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence. She was upheld in these excursions by the certainty that no language could outdo the splendor of her father s memory, and although her efforts did not notably further the end of his biography, she was under the impression of living more in his shade at such times... | Night And Day |
"Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" | Mrs. Hilbery | the same process of dissection.<|quote|>"Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay | and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection.<|quote|>"Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds | in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sheet in front of her, and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection.<|quote|>"Katha... | mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen and held it in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pe... | "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls,... | present, and the certainty that there was existing in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" T... | the shapes and colors of the past. In the case of Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was concerned, had never suffered much diminution. But in the spring her desire for expression invariably increas... | her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gent... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed | No speaker | hit upon a brilliant idea!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed</|quote|>"to lay out, say, a | of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed</|quote|>"to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on | Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sheet in front of her, and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!"<|quote|>Mrs.... | if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen and held it in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost s... | old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in... | in England a spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to... | the case of Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was concerned, had never suffered much diminution. But in the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of p... | a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest, Mrs. Hilbery had evolved a theory that Anne Hathaway had a way, among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, w... | Night And Day |
"to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet,... | Mrs. Hilbery | brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed<|quote|>"to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a das... | I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed<|quote|>"to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind ... | remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sheet in front of her, and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed<|quote|... | alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen and held it in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiou... | the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I... | spot of ground where Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have referen... | Mrs. Hilbery, these early spring days were chiefly upsetting inasmuch as they caused a general quickening of her emotional powers, which, as far as the past was concerned, had never suffered much diminution. But in the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She ... | laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing... | Night And Day |
she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. | No speaker | things when you re together!"<|quote|>she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.</|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot | you must say very beautiful things when you re together!"<|quote|>she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.</|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding | all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!"<|quote|>she added wistfully, with a glance at her daught... | You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a ... | the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sheet in front of her, and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" M... | talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossin... | than at others. No one can escape the power of language, let alone those of English birth brought up from childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocab... | wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I... | Night And Day |
"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," | Katharine Hilbery | the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip | had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother | touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quot... | to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. ... | and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working me... | dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: l... | childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that... | a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I should like to stand at that crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!" Katharine s... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. | No speaker | talk a lot of nonsense,"<|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her.</|quote|>"It won t seem to | the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"<|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her.</|quote|>"It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years | can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"<|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of pa... | well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very... | boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meeti... | course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling ... | disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce... | slipped a clean sheet in front of her, and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of S... | Night And Day |
"It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," | Mrs. Hilbery | Shelley in front of her.<|quote|>"It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, | spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her.<|quote|>"It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back | added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her.<|quote|>"It won t seem to you nonsense in ten year... | the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had ... | idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse... | dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespea... | poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginnin... | process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all tak... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Hilbery. | No speaker | nonsense in ten years time,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery.</|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, you ll | won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery.</|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days | her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery.</|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, ... | Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we ta... | or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I... | her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I should like to stand at that crossing a... | affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest, Mrs. Hilbery had evolved a theory that ... | Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you... | Night And Day |
"Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," | Mrs. Hilbery | years time," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine,"</|quote|>she urg... | to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katha... | the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these d... | No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonse... | copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, ... | her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I should like to stand at that crossing all day long an... | better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that her judgment could altogether acquiesce in the necessity for a study of Shakespeare s sonnets as a preliminary to the fifth chapter of her grandfather s biography. Beginning with a perfectly frivolous jest, Mrs. Hilbery had evolved a theory that Anne Hathaway had a w... | _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurry... | Night And Day |
she urged, | No speaker | It isn t nonsense, Katharine,"<|quote|>she urged,</|quote|>"it s the truth, it | when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine,"<|quote|>she urged,</|quote|>"it s the truth, it s the only truth." Katharine | you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine,"<|quote|>she urged,</|quote|>"it s the truth, it s the only truth." Katharine was... | night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll ... | Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when... | at that crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!" Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed... | way, among other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was,... | and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, cabmen squabbling for their fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little ... | Night And Day |
"it s the truth, it s the only truth." | Mrs. Hilbery | t nonsense, Katharine," she urged,<|quote|>"it s the truth, it s the only truth."</|quote|>Katharine was on the point | re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged,<|quote|>"it s the truth, it s the only truth."</|quote|>Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and | look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged,<|quote|>"it s the truth, it s the only truth."</|quote|>Katharine was on the... | "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all t... | to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. ... | crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!" Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or onl... | other things, of writing Shakespeare s sonnets; the idea, struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, ... | m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet i... | Night And Day |
Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which ... | No speaker | it s the only truth."<|quote|>Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon... | urged, "it s the truth, it s the only truth."<|quote|>Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned p... | all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it s the truth, it s the only truth."<|quote|>Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the po... | hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that... | m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautif... | Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she re... | struck out to enliven a party of professors, who forwarded a number of privately printed manuals within the next few days for her instruction, had submerged her in a flood of Elizabethan literature; she had come half to believe in her joke, which was, she said, at least as good as other people s facts, and all her fanc... | her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the course of the letter as if he were alive, it had, of course, considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen an... | Night And Day |
"Mary Datchet," | Katharine Hilbery | ask Katharine who that was?<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|quote|>Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I | up for a second to ask Katharine who that was?<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|quote|>Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called | pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was?<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|quote|>Kathari... | and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which ... | ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it s the... | a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of ... | Shakespeare had undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "... | considerable value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen and held it in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sh... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied briefly. | No speaker | who that was? "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>Katharine replied briefly.</|quote|>"Ah I half wish I | a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>Katharine replied briefly.</|quote|>"Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but | the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>Katharine replied briefly.<... | for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the... | time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it s the truth, it... | pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion... | undoubtedly stood, where his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Bl... | be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch ... | Night And Day |
"Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." | Mrs. Hilbery | "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly.<|quote|>"Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds."</|quote... | ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly.<|quote|>"Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fiel... | which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly.<|quote|>"Ah I half wi... | too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bel... | Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it s the truth, it s the only truth... | on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m wel... | his very bones lay directly beneath one s feet, was so absorbing to her on this particular occasion that she greeted her daughter with the exclamation: "D you think he ever passed this house?" The question, for the moment, seemed to Katharine to have reference to Ralph Denham. "On his way to Blackfriars, I mean," Mrs. ... | fares, little boys rolling their hoops, little girls throwing bread to the gulls, as if there weren t a Shakespeare in the world. I should like to stand at that crossing all day long and say: People, read Shakespeare!" Katharine sat down at her table and opened a long dusty envelope. As Shelley was mentioned in the cou... | Night And Day |
She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. | No speaker | fields; it s the birds."<|quote|>She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room.</|quote|>"My dear child, how odious | daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds."<|quote|>She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room.</|quote|>"My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" | you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds."<|quote|>She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once... | left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with ... | s the truth, it s the only truth." Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set... | years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah,... | continued, "for you know the latest discovery is that he owned a house there." Katharine still looked about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, pe... | working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large... | Night And Day |
"My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" | Mrs. Hilbery | more Katharine left the room.<|quote|>"My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her | by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room.<|quote|>"My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking | Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room.<|quote|>"My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science... | wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I ne... | and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could... | a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!... | about her in perplexity, and Mrs. Hilbery added: "Which is a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not t... | say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of he... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. | No speaker | the triumphs of science are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return.</|quote|>"They ll be linking us | "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return.</|quote|>"They ll be linking us with the moon next but | never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return.</|q... | looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; ... | her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub... | Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at he... | a proof that he wasn t as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason f... | but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in... | Night And Day |
"They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" | Mrs. Hilbery | Hilbery exclaimed on her return.<|quote|>"They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?"</|quote|>"William," Katharine replied yet more | triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return.<|quote|>"They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?"</|quote|>"William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William | But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return.<|quote|>"They ll be linking us with the ... | ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s... | sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black wit... | Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing ab... | as poor as they ve sometimes said. I should like to think that he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talk... | it s the only truth." Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her. They came strangely close together sometimes. But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding... | Night And Day |
"William," | Katharine Hilbery | next but who was that?"<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>Katharine replied yet more briefly. | linking us with the moon next but who was that?"<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, | it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?"<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>Katharine r... | wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-be... | mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she ... | s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said K... | he had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakesp... | hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied yet more briefly. | No speaker | but who was that?" "William,"<|quote|>Katharine replied yet more briefly.</|quote|>"I ll forgive William anything, | us with the moon next but who was that?" "William,"<|quote|>Katharine replied yet more briefly.</|quote|>"I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that | s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William,"<|quote|>Katharine replied yet m... | I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. O... | had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left th... | got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Kat... | had enough, though I don t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespear... | nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urge... | Night And Day |
"I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" | Mrs. Hilbery | Katharine replied yet more briefly.<|quote|>"I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?"</|quote|>"He s coming to tea." | but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly.<|quote|>"I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?"</|quote|>"He s coming to tea." "Well, that s better than | cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly.<|quote|>"I ll for... | but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine le... | turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could. Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she ret... | in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her sli... | t in the least want him to be rich." Then, perceiving her daughter s expression of perplexity, Mrs. Hilbery burst out laughing. "My dear, I m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it od... | Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best of life is built on what we say when we re in love. It isn t nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it s the truth, it s the only truth." Katharine was on th... | Night And Day |
"He s coming to tea." | Katharine Hilbery | he s coming to luncheon?"<|quote|>"He s coming to tea."</|quote|>"Well, that s better than | in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?"<|quote|>"He s coming to tea."</|quote|>"Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to | Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?"<|quote|>"He s coming to tea."</|quote|>"Well, tha... | never can find what I want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be... | but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine... | re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense i... | m not talking about _your_ William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, c... | pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working men. Some of your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion... | Night And Day |
"Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone." | Mrs. Hilbery | "He s coming to tea."<|quote|>"Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone."</|quote|>"There s no need for | he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea."<|quote|>"Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone."</|quote|>"There s no need for you to do that," said | return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea."<|quote|>"Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise ... | want.) But it s spring; it s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the m... | circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary ... | with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilber... | William, though that s another reason for liking him. I m talking, I m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her b... | come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s al... | Night And Day |
"There s no need for you to do that," | Katharine Hilbery | promise to leave you alone."<|quote|>"There s no need for you to do that,"</|quote|>said Katharine. She swept her | better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone."<|quote|>"There s no need for you to do that,"</|quote|>said Katharine. She swept her hand over the faded sheet, | that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea." "Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone."<|quote|>"There s no need for you to do that,"</|q... | fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied ye... | the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary... | dinner the night before. "Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwar... | m thinking, I m dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet i... | your clever friends who get up meetings might help us, Katharine. And that might lead to a playhouse, where we could all take parts. You d be Rosalind but you ve a dash of the old nurse in you. Your father s Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. She swept her hand over the faded sheet, and drew herself up squarely to the table as if she refused to waste time any longer. The gesture was not lost upon her mother. It hinted at the existence of something stern and unapproachable in her daughter s character, which struck chill upon her, as the sight... | No speaker | for you to do that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. She swept her hand over the faded sheet, and drew herself up squarely to the table as if she refused to waste time any longer. The gesture was not lost upon her mother. It hinted at the existence of something stern and unapproachable in her daughter s character, which struck... | alone." "There s no need for you to do that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. She swept her hand over the faded sheet, and drew herself up squarely to the table as if she refused to waste time any longer. The gesture was not lost upon her mother. It hinted at the existence of something stern and unapproachable in her daughter ... | forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea." "Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone." "There s no need for you to do that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. She swept her hand over the faded sheet, and dr... | in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anyth... | answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it w... | of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you... | Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: lawyers hurrying to their work, ca... | by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her. "It won t seem to you nonsense in ten years time," said Mrs. Hilbery. "Believe me, Katharine, you ll look back on these days afterwards; you ll remember all the silly things you ve said; and you ll find that your life has been built on them. The best o... | Night And Day |
"Whose voice?" | Katharine Hilbery | or to strike a discord?<|quote|>"Whose voice?"</|quote|>she asked herself, hearing a | going to combine with them, or to strike a discord?<|quote|>"Whose voice?"</|quote|>she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, | stood upon bookcases containing the complete works of William Cowper and Sir Walter Scott. The thread of sound, issuing from the telephone, was always colored by the surroundings which received it, so it seemed to Katharine. Whose voice was now going to combine with them, or to strike a discord?<|quote|>"Whose voice?"<... | of purple velvet. It was a pocket for superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by little gold stitches, and the precious teapots, again, stood up... | music together. Cassandra s dislike of rational society, she said, was an affectation fast hardening into a prejudice, which would, in the long run, isolate her from all interesting people and pursuits. She was finishing the sheet when the sound she was anticipating all the time actually struck upon her ears. She jumpe... | She did not clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wis... | exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I wan... | mind were in a state of tension, as if, at any moment, she might hear another summons of greater interest to her than the whole of the nineteenth century. She did not clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine ... | Night And Day |
she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time ... | No speaker | strike a discord? "Whose voice?"<|quote|>she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what poss... | combine with them, or to strike a discord? "Whose voice?"<|quote|>she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilitie... | bookcases containing the complete works of William Cowper and Sir Walter Scott. The thread of sound, issuing from the telephone, was always colored by the surroundings which received it, so it seemed to Katharine. Whose voice was now going to combine with them, or to strike a discord? "Whose voice?"<|quote|>she asked h... | velvet. It was a pocket for superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by little gold stitches, and the precious teapots, again, stood upon bookcas... | Cassandra s dislike of rational society, she said, was an affectation fast hardening into a prejudice, which would, in the long run, isolate her from all interesting people and pursuits. She was finishing the sheet when the sound she was anticipating all the time actually struck upon her ears. She jumped up hastily, an... | not clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wished that... | as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was? "Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly. "Ah I half wish I d called you Mary, but it wouldn t have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn t have gone with Rodney. Now this isn t the passage I wanted. (I never can find what I want.) But it s spri... | part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wished that Mrs. Hilbery would not keep so closely to her work. A quotation from Shakespeare would not have come amiss. Now and again she heard a sigh from her mother s table, but that w... | Night And Day |
"I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." | Ralph Denham | It was solved next moment.<|quote|>"I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...."</|quote|>With more than the usual | to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment.<|quote|>"I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...."</|quote|>With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon | voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment.<|quote|>"I ve looked out the train.... Ear... | sound, issuing from the telephone, was always colored by the surroundings which received it, so it seemed to Katharine. Whose voice was now going to combine with them, or to strike a discord? "Whose voice?" she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now aske... | Where was Katharine off to? In her preoccupied state she had not heard the bell. The alcove on the stairs, in which the telephone was placed, was screened for privacy by a curtain of purple velvet. It was a pocket for superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. ... | closely to her work. A quotation from Shakespeare would not have come amiss. Now and again she heard a sigh from her mother s table, but that was the only proof she gave of her existence, and Katharine did not think of connecting it with the square aspect of her own position at the table, or, perhaps, she would have th... | s the daffodils; it s the green fields; it s the birds." She was cut short in her quotation by another imperative telephone-bell. Once more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?"... | s table, but that was the only proof she gave of her existence, and Katharine did not think of connecting it with the square aspect of her own position at the table, or, perhaps, she would have thrown her pen down and told her mother the reason of her restlessness. The only writing she managed to accomplish in the cour... | Night And Day |
With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied: | No speaker | I ll write it down...."<|quote|>With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied:</|quote|>"I think I could come. | I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...."<|quote|>With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied:</|quote|>"I think I could come. I ll look at my | the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...."<|quote|>With more than the usual... | to combine with them, or to strike a discord? "Whose voice?" she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, wh... | was placed, was screened for privacy by a curtain of purple velvet. It was a pocket for superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by little gold s... | table, but that was the only proof she gave of her existence, and Katharine did not think of connecting it with the square aspect of her own position at the table, or, perhaps, she would have thrown her pen down and told her mother the reason of her restlessness. The only writing she managed to accomplish in the course... | more Katharine left the room. "My dear child, how odious the triumphs of science are!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the m... | the nineteenth century. She did not clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her... | Night And Day |
"I think I could come. I ll look at my engagements.... Hold on." | Katharine Hilbery | of a bayonet, Katharine replied:<|quote|>"I think I could come. I ll look at my engagements.... Hold on."</|quote|>She dropped the machine, and | being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied:<|quote|>"I think I could come. I ll look at my engagements.... Hold on."</|quote|>She dropped the machine, and looked fixedly at the print | ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied:<|quote|>"I think I could come. I ll lo... | inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It ... | superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by little gold stitches, and the precious teapots, again, stood upon bookcases containing the complete w... | of connecting it with the square aspect of her own position at the table, or, perhaps, she would have thrown her pen down and told her mother the reason of her restlessness. The only writing she managed to accomplish in the course of the morning was one letter, addressed to her cousin, Cassandra Otway a rambling letter... | exclaimed on her return. "They ll be linking us with the moon next but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea." "Well, that s better than nothing, and I... | the telephone was placed, was screened for privacy by a curtain of purple velvet. It was a pocket for superfluous possessions, such as exist in most houses which harbor the wreckage of three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by... | Night And Day |
She dropped the machine, and looked fixedly at the print of the great-uncle who had not ceased to gaze, with an air of amiable authority, into a world which, as yet, beheld no symptoms of the Indian Mutiny. And yet, gently swinging against the wall, within the black tube, was a voice which recked nothing of Uncle James... | No speaker | at my engagements.... Hold on."<|quote|>She dropped the machine, and looked fixedly at the print of the great-uncle who had not ceased to gaze, with an air of amiable authority, into a world which, as yet, beheld no symptoms of the Indian Mutiny. And yet, gently swinging against the wall, within the black tube, was a v... | could come. I ll look at my engagements.... Hold on."<|quote|>She dropped the machine, and looked fixedly at the print of the great-uncle who had not ceased to gaze, with an air of amiable authority, into a world which, as yet, beheld no symptoms of the Indian Mutiny. And yet, gently swinging against the wall, within t... | the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine replied: "I think I could come. I ll look at my engagements.... Hold on."<|quote|>She dropped the machine, and looked ... | Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon wou... | three generations. Prints of great-uncles, famed for their prowess in the East, hung above Chinese teapots, whose sides were riveted by little gold stitches, and the precious teapots, again, stood upon bookcases containing the complete works of William Cowper and Sir Walter Scott. The thread of sound, issuing from the ... | table, or, perhaps, she would have thrown her pen down and told her mother the reason of her restlessness. The only writing she managed to accomplish in the course of the morning was one letter, addressed to her cousin, Cassandra Otway a rambling letter, long, affectionate, playful and commanding all at once. She bade ... | but who was that?" "William," Katharine replied yet more briefly. "I ll forgive William anything, for I m certain that there aren t any Williams in the moon. I hope he s coming to luncheon?" "He s coming to tea." "Well, that s better than nothing, and I promise to leave you alone." "There s no need for you to do that,"... | She was finishing the sheet when the sound she was anticipating all the time actually struck upon her ears. She jumped up hastily, and slammed the door with a sharpness which made Mrs. Hilbery start. Where was Katharine off to? In her preoccupied state she had not heard the bell. The alcove on the stairs, in which the ... | Night And Day |
"Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?" | Mrs. Hilbery | with an exclamation of pleasure.<|quote|>"Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?"</|quote|>she demanded. "Which of our | window, made her stop dead with an exclamation of pleasure.<|quote|>"Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?"</|quote|>she demanded. "Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who | quick decision. A bunch of anemones caught Mrs. Hilbery s eye when they had finished luncheon. The blue and purple and white of the bowl, standing in a pool of variegated light on a polished Chippendale table in the drawing-room window, made her stop dead with an exclamation of pleasure.<|quote|>"Who is lying ill in be... | own upper room, with its books, its papers pressed between the leaves of dictionaries, and the table that could be cleared for work. She replaced the instrument, thoughtfully; her restlessness was assuaged; she finished her letter to Cassandra without difficulty, addressed the envelope, and fixed the stamp with her usu... | the same moment became conscious of the individuality of the house in which she stood; she heard the soft domestic sounds of regular existence upon staircases and floors above her head, and movements through the wall in the house next door. She had no very clear vision of Denham himself, when she lifted the telephone t... | to strike a discord? "Whose voice?" she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibili... | of the nineteenth century. She did not clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in ... | from the telephone, was always colored by the surroundings which received it, so it seemed to Katharine. Whose voice was now going to combine with them, or to strike a discord? "Whose voice?" she asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilb... | Night And Day |
she demanded. | No speaker | lying ill in bed, Katharine?"<|quote|>she demanded.</|quote|>"Which of our friends wants | exclamation of pleasure. "Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?"<|quote|>she demanded.</|quote|>"Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who feels that | Mrs. Hilbery s eye when they had finished luncheon. The blue and purple and white of the bowl, standing in a pool of variegated light on a polished Chippendale table in the drawing-room window, made her stop dead with an exclamation of pleasure. "Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?"<|quote|>she demanded.</|quote|>"Whic... | papers pressed between the leaves of dictionaries, and the table that could be cleared for work. She replaced the instrument, thoughtfully; her restlessness was assuaged; she finished her letter to Cassandra without difficulty, addressed the envelope, and fixed the stamp with her usual quick decision. A bunch of anemon... | individuality of the house in which she stood; she heard the soft domestic sounds of regular existence upon staircases and floors above her head, and movements through the wall in the house next door. She had no very clear vision of Denham himself, when she lifted the telephone to her lips and replied that she thought ... | asked herself, hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to a... | clearly realize what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wished that Mrs... | black tube, was a voice which recked nothing of Uncle James, of China teapots, or of red velvet curtains. She watched the oscillation of the tube, and at the same moment became conscious of the individuality of the house in which she stood; she heard the soft domestic sounds of regular existence upon staircases and flo... | Night And Day |
"Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who feels that they ve been forgotten and passed over, and that nobody wants them? Whose water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know" | Mrs. Hilbery | in bed, Katharine?" she demanded.<|quote|>"Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who feels that they ve been forgotten and passed over, and that nobody wants them? Whose water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know"</|quote|>she concluded, but for ... | pleasure. "Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?" she demanded.<|quote|>"Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who feels that they ve been forgotten and passed over, and that nobody wants them? Whose water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know"</|qu... | s eye when they had finished luncheon. The blue and purple and white of the bowl, standing in a pool of variegated light on a polished Chippendale table in the drawing-room window, made her stop dead with an exclamation of pleasure. "Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?" she demanded.<|quote|>"Which of our friends wants... | between the leaves of dictionaries, and the table that could be cleared for work. She replaced the instrument, thoughtfully; her restlessness was assuaged; she finished her letter to Cassandra without difficulty, addressed the envelope, and fixed the stamp with her usual quick decision. A bunch of anemones caught Mrs. ... | the house in which she stood; she heard the soft domestic sounds of regular existence upon staircases and floors above her head, and movements through the wall in the house next door. She had no very clear vision of Denham himself, when she lifted the telephone to her lips and replied that she thought Saturday would su... | hearing a man inquire, with great determination, for her number. The unfamiliar voice now asked for Miss Hilbery. Out of all the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this... | what this call was to be; but when the ears have got into the habit of listening, they go on listening involuntarily, and thus Katharine spent the greater part of the morning in listening to a variety of sounds in the back streets of Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wished that Mrs. Hilbery would ... | Hold on." She dropped the machine, and looked fixedly at the print of the great-uncle who had not ceased to gaze, with an air of amiable authority, into a world which, as yet, beheld no symptoms of the Indian Mutiny. And yet, gently swinging against the wall, within the black tube, was a voice which recked nothing of U... | Night And Day |
she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine s opinion, the widow of a general living in the Cromwell Road. In default of the actually destitute and starving, w... | No speaker | There was somebody I know"<|quote|>she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine s opinion, the widow of a general living in the Cromwell Road. In default of the... | without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know"<|quote|>she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine s opinion, the widow of a general living in the C... | ill in bed, Katharine?" she demanded. "Which of our friends wants cheering up? Who feels that they ve been forgotten and passed over, and that nobody wants them? Whose water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know"<|quote|>she concluded, but for the m... | bunch of anemones caught Mrs. Hilbery s eye when they had finished luncheon. The blue and purple and white of the bowl, standing in a pool of variegated light on a polished Chippendale table in the drawing-room window, made her stop dead with an exclamation of pleasure. "Who is lying ill in bed, Katharine?" she demande... | the telephone to her lips and replied that she thought Saturday would suit her. She hoped that he would not say good-bye at once, although she felt no particular anxiety to attend to what he was saying, and began, even while he spoke, to think of her own upper room, with its books, its papers pressed between the leaves... | possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon the point of a bayonet, Katharine... | Chelsea. For the first time in her life, probably, she wished that Mrs. Hilbery would not keep so closely to her work. A quotation from Shakespeare would not have come amiss. Now and again she heard a sigh from her mother s table, but that was the only proof she gave of her existence, and Katharine did not think of con... | machine, and looked fixedly at the print of the great-uncle who had not ceased to gaze, with an air of amiable authority, into a world which, as yet, beheld no symptoms of the Indian Mutiny. And yet, gently swinging against the wall, within the black tube, was a voice which recked nothing of Uncle James, of China teapo... | Night And Day |
"Good Heavens!" | Katharine Hilbery | you to do? they repeated.<|quote|>"Good Heavens!"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after listening to | do? What does honor require you to do? they repeated.<|quote|>"Good Heavens!"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks, "I suppose | walk with him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has William Rodney cause to be jealous of your conduct, and what do you propose to do about Mary Datchet? What are you going to do? What does honor require you to do? they repeated.<|quote|>"Good Heavens!"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after lis... | paused for a moment, and resumed as if another side of the problem had just come to their notice. What did Ralph Denham mean by what he said to you last night? Do you consider that he is in love with you? Is it right to consent to a solitary walk with him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has... | not wish to cross the road, or that she was certain to pass another post-office in a more central position a little farther on. The longer she held the letter in her hand, however, the more persistently certain questions pressed upon her, as if from a collection of voices in the air. These invisible people wished to be... | them? Whose water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know" she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, ... | the welter of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m R... | to post it in the first pillar-box she came to. When, however, she was fairly out of doors, and constantly invited by pillar-boxes and post-offices to slip her envelope down their scarlet throats, she forbore. She made absurd excuses, as that she did not wish to cross the road, or that she was certain to pass another p... | Night And Day |
Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks, | No speaker | do? they repeated. "Good Heavens!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks,</|quote|>"I suppose I ought to | does honor require you to do? they repeated. "Good Heavens!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks,</|quote|>"I suppose I ought to make up my mind." But | him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has William Rodney cause to be jealous of your conduct, and what do you propose to do about Mary Datchet? What are you going to do? What does honor require you to do? they repeated. "Good Heavens!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these... | a moment, and resumed as if another side of the problem had just come to their notice. What did Ralph Denham mean by what he said to you last night? Do you consider that he is in love with you? Is it right to consent to a solitary walk with him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has William Ro... | to cross the road, or that she was certain to pass another post-office in a more central position a little farther on. The longer she held the letter in her hand, however, the more persistently certain questions pressed upon her, as if from a collection of voices in the air. These invisible people wished to be informed... | water rates are overdue, and the cook leaving in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know" she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine... | of voices which crowd round the far end of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham... | spoke, to think of her own upper room, with its books, its papers pressed between the leaves of dictionaries, and the table that could be cleared for work. She replaced the instrument, thoughtfully; her restlessness was assuaged; she finished her letter to Cassandra without difficulty, addressed the envelope, and fixed... | Night And Day |
"I suppose I ought to make up my mind." | Katharine Hilbery | listening to all these remarks,<|quote|>"I suppose I ought to make up my mind."</|quote|>But the debate was a | "Good Heavens!" Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks,<|quote|>"I suppose I ought to make up my mind."</|quote|>But the debate was a formal skirmishing, a pastime to | give him about his future? Has William Rodney cause to be jealous of your conduct, and what do you propose to do about Mary Datchet? What are you going to do? What does honor require you to do? they repeated. "Good Heavens!" Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks,<|quote|>"I suppose I ought to make u... | of the problem had just come to their notice. What did Ralph Denham mean by what he said to you last night? Do you consider that he is in love with you? Is it right to consent to a solitary walk with him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has William Rodney cause to be jealous of your conduct,... | certain to pass another post-office in a more central position a little farther on. The longer she held the letter in her hand, however, the more persistently certain questions pressed upon her, as if from a collection of voices in the air. These invisible people wished to be informed whether she was engaged to William... | in a temper without waiting for her wages? There was somebody I know" she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine s opinion, the widow of a general living in t... | of the telephone, out of the enormous range of possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." With mo... | engagement elsewhere, so that the task of taking the flowers to the Cromwell Road fell upon Katharine. She took her letter to Cassandra with her, meaning to post it in the first pillar-box she came to. When, however, she was fairly out of doors, and constantly invited by pillar-boxes and post-offices to slip her envelo... | Night And Day |
But the debate was a formal skirmishing, a pastime to gain breathing-space. Like all people brought up in a tradition, Katharine was able, within ten minutes or so, to reduce any moral difficulty to its traditional shape and solve it by the traditional answers. The book of wisdom lay open, if not upon her mother s knee... | No speaker | to make up my mind."<|quote|>But the debate was a formal skirmishing, a pastime to gain breathing-space. Like all people brought up in a tradition, Katharine was able, within ten minutes or so, to reduce any moral difficulty to its traditional shape and solve it by the traditional answers. The book of wisdom lay open, ... | remarks, "I suppose I ought to make up my mind."<|quote|>But the debate was a formal skirmishing, a pastime to gain breathing-space. Like all people brought up in a tradition, Katharine was able, within ten minutes or so, to reduce any moral difficulty to its traditional shape and solve it by the traditional answers. T... | to be jealous of your conduct, and what do you propose to do about Mary Datchet? What are you going to do? What does honor require you to do? they repeated. "Good Heavens!" Katharine exclaimed, after listening to all these remarks, "I suppose I ought to make up my mind."<|quote|>But the debate was a formal skirmishing,... | What did Ralph Denham mean by what he said to you last night? Do you consider that he is in love with you? Is it right to consent to a solitary walk with him, and what advice are you going to give him about his future? Has William Rodney cause to be jealous of your conduct, and what do you propose to do about Mary Datc... | position a little farther on. The longer she held the letter in her hand, however, the more persistently certain questions pressed upon her, as if from a collection of voices in the air. These invisible people wished to be informed whether she was engaged to William Rodney, or was the engagement broken off? Was it righ... | was somebody I know" she concluded, but for the moment the name of this desirable acquaintance escaped her. The best representative of the forlorn company whose day would be brightened by a bunch of anemones was, in Katharine s opinion, the widow of a general living in the Cromwell Road. In default of the actually dest... | possibilities, whose voice, what possibility, was this? A pause gave her time to ask herself this question. It was solved next moment. "I ve looked out the train.... Early on Saturday afternoon would suit me best.... I m Ralph Denham.... But I ll write it down...." With more than the usual sense of being impinged upon ... | the first pillar-box she came to. When, however, she was fairly out of doors, and constantly invited by pillar-boxes and post-offices to slip her envelope down their scarlet throats, she forbore. She made absurd excuses, as that she did not wish to cross the road, or that she was certain to pass another post-office in ... | Night And Day |
"This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." | Katharine Hilbery | in her low, pleasant voice:<|quote|>"This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used."</|quote|>She took it in her | the lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant voice:<|quote|>"This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used."</|quote|>She took it in her hand and paused for the | perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant voice:<|quote|>"This table is my grandfathe... | Katharine with a look which revealed enough of his confusion to show her that he was not entirely represented by his appearance. In a minute or two he proved himself at a loss with Mrs. Vermont Bankes, and Mrs. Hilbery, aware of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Ba... | the immediate approval of Mr. Augustus Pelham, Mrs. Vermont Bankes, William Rodney, and, possibly, Mrs. Hilbery herself. Katharine set her teeth, not entirely in the metaphorical sense, for her hand, obeying the impulse towards definite action, laid firmly upon the table beside her an envelope which she had been graspi... | to greet the American lady who had come to be shown the relics, before the talk started again on the broad lines of reminiscence and discussion which were familiar to her. Yet, even with this thick veil between them, she could not help looking at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. I... | and that, far from making any rules for herself or others, she would let difficulties accumulate unsolved, situations widen their jaws unsatiated, while she maintained a position of absolute and fearless independence. So she could best serve the people who loved. Read in the light of this exaltation, there was a new me... | in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised a slice of bread and butter on the edge of the saucer. He would not meet her eye, but that could be accounted for by his activity in serving and helpin... | Night And Day |
She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. | No speaker | last pen he ever used."<|quote|>She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds.</|quote|>"Here," she continued, "is the | this is his pen the last pen he ever used."<|quote|>She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds.</|quote|>"Here," she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode | pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant voice: "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used."<|quote|>She took it in her hand and paused for ... | he proved himself at a loss with Mrs. Vermont Bankes, and Mrs. Hilbery, aware of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes... | for her hand, obeying the impulse towards definite action, laid firmly upon the table beside her an envelope which she had been grasping all this time in complete forgetfulness. The address was uppermost, and a moment later she saw William s eye rest upon it as he rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression i... | were familiar to her. Yet, even with this thick veil between them, she could not help looking at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inqu... | of absolute and fearless independence. So she could best serve the people who loved. Read in the light of this exaltation, there was a new meaning in the words which her mother had penciled upon the card attached to the bunch of anemones. The door of the house in the Cromwell Road opened; gloomy vistas of passage and s... | hall she perceived one or two hats, coats, and walking-sticks, and the sound of voices reached her as she stood outside the drawing-room door. Her mother gave a little cry as she came in; a cry which conveyed to Katharine the fact that she was late, that the teacups and milk-jugs were in a conspiracy of disobedience, a... | Night And Day |
"Here," | Katharine Hilbery | the right number of seconds.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>she continued, "is the original | her hand and paused for the right number of seconds.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to | lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant voice: "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>she continued, "is the original m... | of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her ... | beside her an envelope which she had been grasping all this time in complete forgetfulness. The address was uppermost, and a moment later she saw William s eye rest upon it as he rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression instantly changed. He did what he was on the point of doing, and then looked at Kathari... | not help looking at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised... | Read in the light of this exaltation, there was a new meaning in the words which her mother had penciled upon the card attached to the bunch of anemones. The door of the house in the Cromwell Road opened; gloomy vistas of passage and staircase were revealed; such light as there was seemed to be concentrated upon a silv... | stories, about the past and the great dead, from such distinguished characters as Mrs. Hilbery for the nourishment of his diary, for whose sake he frequented tea-tables and ate yearly an enormous quantity of buttered toast. He, therefore, welcomed Katharine with relief, and she had merely to shake hands with Rodney and... | Night And Day |
she continued, | No speaker | right number of seconds. "Here,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"is the original manuscript of | hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The | and began directly in her low, pleasant voice: "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"is the original manuscrip... | the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her low... | her an envelope which she had been grasping all this time in complete forgetfulness. The address was uppermost, and a moment later she saw William s eye rest upon it as he rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression instantly changed. He did what he was on the point of doing, and then looked at Katharine with... | help looking at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised a s... | in the light of this exaltation, there was a new meaning in the words which her mother had penciled upon the card attached to the bunch of anemones. The door of the house in the Cromwell Road opened; gloomy vistas of passage and staircase were revealed; such light as there was seemed to be concentrated upon a silver sa... | them, she could not help looking at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup o... | Night And Day |
"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself," | Katharine Hilbery | of seconds. "Here," she continued,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself,"</|quote|>she added, as Mrs. Bankes | paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself,"</|quote|>she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone | directly in her low, pleasant voice: "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Win... | with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant v... | envelope which she had been grasping all this time in complete forgetfulness. The address was uppermost, and a moment later she saw William s eye rest upon it as he rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression instantly changed. He did what he was on the point of doing, and then looked at Katharine with a look... | at Rodney, as if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised a slice of bread... | light of this exaltation, there was a new meaning in the words which her mother had penciled upon the card attached to the bunch of anemones. The door of the house in the Cromwell Road opened; gloomy vistas of passage and staircase were revealed; such light as there was seemed to be concentrated upon a silver salver of... | liked attention; he liked to elicit little facts, little stories, about the past and the great dead, from such distinguished characters as Mrs. Hilbery for the nourishment of his diary, for whose sake he frequented tea-tables and ate yearly an enormous quantity of buttered toast. He, therefore, welcomed Katharine with ... | Night And Day |
she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone of voice, for that privilege, and began a preliminary unbuttoning of her white kid gloves. | No speaker | Oh, do take it yourself,"<|quote|>she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone of voice, for that privilege, and began a preliminary unbuttoning of her white kid gloves.</|quote|>"You are wonderfully like your | as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself,"<|quote|>she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone of voice, for that privilege, and began a preliminary unbuttoning of her white kid gloves.</|quote|>"You are wonderfully like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery," the American | he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself,"<|quote|>she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in... | room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed her. She turned on the lights, and began directly in her low, pleasant voice: "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and pause... | rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression instantly changed. He did what he was on the point of doing, and then looked at Katharine with a look which revealed enough of his confusion to show her that he was not entirely represented by his appearance. In a minute or two he proved himself at a loss with Mrs. ... | seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised a slice of bread and butter on the edge of the saucer. He would not meet her eye, but that could be accounted for by his activity in serving and helping, and the p... | house in the Cromwell Road opened; gloomy vistas of passage and staircase were revealed; such light as there was seemed to be concentrated upon a silver salver of visiting-cards, whose black borders suggested that the widow s friends had all suffered the same bereavement. The parlor-maid could hardly be expected to fat... | attention; he liked to elicit little facts, little stories, about the past and the great dead, from such distinguished characters as Mrs. Hilbery for the nourishment of his diary, for whose sake he frequented tea-tables and ate yearly an enormous quantity of buttered toast. He, therefore, welcomed Katharine with relief... | Night And Day |
the American lady observed, gazing from Katharine to the portrait, | No speaker | like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>the American lady observed, gazing from Katharine to the portrait,</|quote|>"especially about the eyes. Come, | kid gloves. "You are wonderfully like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>the American lady observed, gazing from Katharine to the portrait,</|quote|>"especially about the eyes. Come, now, I expect she writes | far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself," she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone of voice, for that privilege, and began a preliminary unbuttoning of her white kid gloves. "You are wonderfully like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>the American ... | Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see direc... | of his confusion to show her that he was not entirely represented by his appearance. In a minute or two he proved himself at a loss with Mrs. Vermont Bankes, and Mrs. Hilbery, aware of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine... | on the edge of the saucer. He would not meet her eye, but that could be accounted for by his activity in serving and helping, and the polite alacrity with which he was answering the questions of the American visitor. It was certainly a sight to daunt any one coming in with a head full of theories about love. The voices... | that the widow s friends had all suffered the same bereavement. The parlor-maid could hardly be expected to fathom the meaning of the grave tone in which the young lady proffered the flowers, with Mrs. Hilbery s love; and the door shut upon the offering. The sight of a face, the slam of a door, are both rather destruct... | an envelope which she had been grasping all this time in complete forgetfulness. The address was uppermost, and a moment later she saw William s eye rest upon it as he rose to fulfil some duty with a plate. His expression instantly changed. He did what he was on the point of doing, and then looked at Katharine with a l... | Night And Day |
she asked in a jocular tone, turning to William. | No speaker | poetry herself, doesn t she?"<|quote|>she asked in a jocular tone, turning to William.</|quote|>"Quite one s ideal of | now, I expect she writes poetry herself, doesn t she?"<|quote|>she asked in a jocular tone, turning to William.</|quote|>"Quite one s ideal of a poet, is it not, | awestruck tone of voice, for that privilege, and began a preliminary unbuttoning of her white kid gloves. "You are wonderfully like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery," the American lady observed, gazing from Katharine to the portrait, "especially about the eyes. Come, now, I expect she writes poetry herself, doesn t she?"... | hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corrected than the later ones, as you will see directly.... Oh, do take it yourself," she added, as Mrs. Bankes asked, in an awestruck tone of voice, for that priv... | loss with Mrs. Vermont Bankes, and Mrs. Hilbery, aware of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be shown "our things." Katharine accordingly rose, and led the way to the little inner room with the pictures and the books. Mrs. Bankes and Rodney followed he... | and the polite alacrity with which he was answering the questions of the American visitor. It was certainly a sight to daunt any one coming in with a head full of theories about love. The voices of the invisible questioners were reinforced by the scene round the table, and sounded with a tremendous self-confidence, as ... | in which the young lady proffered the flowers, with Mrs. Hilbery s love; and the door shut upon the offering. The sight of a face, the slam of a door, are both rather destructive of exaltation in the abstract; and, as she walked back to Chelsea, Katharine had her doubts whether anything would come of her resolves. If y... | if she could detect what had happened to him since they met. It was in vain. His clothes, even the white slip, the pearl in his tie, seemed to intercept her quick glance, and to proclaim the futility of such inquiries of a discreet, urbane gentleman, who balanced his cup of tea and poised a slice of bread and butter on... | Night And Day |
Laying aside the manuscript, she hastily grasped the old shoes, and remained for a moment dumb in contemplation of them. While Katharine went on steadily with her duties as show-woman, Rodney examined intently a row of little drawings which he knew by heart already. His disordered state of mind made it necessary for hi... | No speaker | What! His very own slippers!"<|quote|>Laying aside the manuscript, she hastily grasped the old shoes, and remained for a moment dumb in contemplation of them. While Katharine went on steadily with her duties as show-woman, Rodney examined intently a row of little drawings which he knew by heart already. His disordered ... | societies for reading him aloud. What! His very own slippers!"<|quote|>Laying aside the manuscript, she hastily grasped the old shoes, and remained for a moment dumb in contemplation of them. While Katharine went on steadily with her duties as show-woman, Rodney examined intently a row of little drawings which he knew ... | not, Mr. Rodney? I cannot tell you what a privilege I feel it to be standing just here with the poet s granddaughter. You must know we think a great deal of your grandfather in America, Miss Hilbery. We have societies for reading him aloud. What! His very own slippers!"<|quote|>Laying aside the manuscript, she hastily ... | are wonderfully like your grandfather, Miss Hilbery," the American lady observed, gazing from Katharine to the portrait, "especially about the eyes. Come, now, I expect she writes poetry herself, doesn t she?" she asked in a jocular tone, turning to William. "Quite one s ideal of a poet, is it not, Mr. Rodney? I cannot... | "This table is my grandfather s writing-table. Most of the later poems were written at it. And this is his pen the last pen he ever used." She took it in her hand and paused for the right number of seconds. "Here," she continued, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early manuscripts are far less corre... | the immediate approval of Mr. Augustus Pelham, Mrs. Vermont Bankes, William Rodney, and, possibly, Mrs. Hilbery herself. Katharine set her teeth, not entirely in the metaphorical sense, for her hand, obeying the impulse towards definite action, laid firmly upon the table beside her an envelope which she had been graspi... | fairly fast to figures, and in some way or other her thought about such problems as she was wont to consider worked in happily with her mood as to her friends lives. She reached home rather late for tea. On the ancient Dutch chest in the hall she perceived one or two hats, coats, and walking-sticks, and the sound of vo... | a look which revealed enough of his confusion to show her that he was not entirely represented by his appearance. In a minute or two he proved himself at a loss with Mrs. Vermont Bankes, and Mrs. Hilbery, aware of the silence with her usual quickness, suggested that, perhaps, it was now time that Mrs. Bankes should be ... | Night And Day |
"Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." | Katharine Hilbery | a friendly way, and said:<|quote|>"Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder."</|quote|>"You are not good at | the seat next her in a friendly way, and said:<|quote|>"Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder."</|quote|>"You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned | dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said:<|quote|>"Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you... | would be more welcome to him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which th... | thought. It seemed to her that they were akin, with the mysterious kinship of blood which makes it seem possible to interpret the sights which the eyes of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instea... | Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed wi... | and whimsicality, all tapering into a flame of girlish freakishness, which flitted, for the rest of the morning, as a will-o -the-wisp, across Rodney s landscape. He could not resist beginning an answer to her there and then. He found it particularly delightful to shape a style which should express the bowing and curts... | lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something lovely or miraculous vanishing or just rising upon the rim of the distance. The expression repeated itself curiously upon Katharine s face as she gazed up into his. They were the same age, or very nearly so. She wondered what he was looki... | Night And Day |
"You are not good at hiding your feelings," | William Rodney | myself getting ruder and ruder."<|quote|>"You are not good at hiding your feelings,"</|quote|>he returned dryly. "Oh, don | you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder."<|quote|>"You are not good at hiding your feelings,"</|quote|>he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve | which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder."<|quote|>"You are not good at hiding your feelings,"</|q... | she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting ben... | possible to interpret the sights which the eyes of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of... | opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her he... | a will-o -the-wisp, across Rodney s landscape. He could not resist beginning an answer to her there and then. He found it particularly delightful to shape a style which should express the bowing and curtsying, advancing and retreating, which are characteristic of one of the many million partnerships of men and women. K... | age, or very nearly so. She wondered what he was looking for; were there waves beating upon a shore for him, too, she wondered, and heroes riding through the leaf-hung forests? For perhaps the first time in her life she thought of him as a man, young, unhappy, tempestuous, full of desires and faults; for the first time... | Night And Day |
he returned dryly. | No speaker | good at hiding your feelings,"<|quote|>he returned dryly.</|quote|>"Oh, don t scold me | and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings,"<|quote|>he returned dryly.</|quote|>"Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid | moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings,"<|quote|>he returned dryly.</|quote|>"Oh, don t scold... | she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She la... | of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of ... | now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, ... | could not resist beginning an answer to her there and then. He found it particularly delightful to shape a style which should express the bowing and curtsying, advancing and retreating, which are characteristic of one of the many million partnerships of men and women. Katharine never trod that particular measure, he co... | her head in a little nod of reverential farewell to the poet and his shoes, she was escorted downstairs by Rodney. Katharine stayed by herself in the little room. The ceremony of ancestor-worship had been more than usually oppressive to her. Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order. Only that ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." | Katharine Hilbery | your feelings," he returned dryly.<|quote|>"Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon."</|quote|>She told him how she | are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly.<|quote|>"Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon."</|quote|>She told him how she had taken the flowers to | beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly.<|quote|>"Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoo... | achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on th... | behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of gifts, than ... | fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave th... | beginning an answer to her there and then. He found it particularly delightful to shape a style which should express the bowing and curtsying, advancing and retreating, which are characteristic of one of the many million partnerships of men and women. Katharine never trod that particular measure, he could not help refl... | repeated itself curiously upon Katharine s face as she gazed up into his. They were the same age, or very nearly so. She wondered what he was looking for; were there waves beating upon a shore for him, too, she wondered, and heroes riding through the leaf-hung forests? For perhaps the first time in her life she thought... | Night And Day |
She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his e... | No speaker | ve had a horrid afternoon."<|quote|>She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, a... | don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon."<|quote|>She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She... | seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon."<|quote|>She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCorm... | more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and ... | us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of gifts, than flowers and incense and adoration. Doubts, questionings, an... | almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something lovely or miraculo... | particularly delightful to shape a style which should express the bowing and curtsying, advancing and retreating, which are characteristic of one of the many million partnerships of men and women. Katharine never trod that particular measure, he could not help reflecting; Katharine Cassandra; Cassandra Katharine they a... | distance. The expression repeated itself curiously upon Katharine s face as she gazed up into his. They were the same age, or very nearly so. She wondered what he was looking for; were there waves beating upon a shore for him, too, she wondered, and heroes riding through the leaf-hung forests? For perhaps the first tim... | Night And Day |
"A letter from Cassandra?" | Katharine Hilbery | way inseparably attached to it.<|quote|>"A letter from Cassandra?"</|quote|>said Katharine, in the easiest | company had become in some way inseparably attached to it.<|quote|>"A letter from Cassandra?"</|quote|>said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking | summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it.<|quote|>"A letter from Cassandra?"</|qu... | part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at onc... | became too much at his ease to persist in a condition of cheerful neutrality. He felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cas... | be more welcome to him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had... | escorted downstairs by Rodney. Katharine stayed by herself in the little room. The ceremony of ancestor-worship had been more than usually oppressive to her. Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order. Only that morning a heavily insured proof-sheet had reached them from a collector in Australia... | next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. | No speaker | it. "A letter from Cassandra?"<|quote|>said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder.</|quote|>"I ve just written to | some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?"<|quote|>said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder.</|quote|>"I ve just written to ask her to come here, | a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?"<|quote|>said Katharine, in the easie... | to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-... | his ease to persist in a condition of cheerful neutrality. He felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the... | him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the lif... | Katharine stayed by herself in the little room. The ceremony of ancestor-worship had been more than usually oppressive to her. Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order. Only that morning a heavily insured proof-sheet had reached them from a collector in Australia, which recorded a change of th... | thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of gifts, than flowers and incense and adoration. Doubts, questionings, and despondencies she felt, as she looked up, would be more welcome to... | Night And Day |
"I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." | Katharine Hilbery | world, looking over his shoulder.<|quote|>"I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it."</|quote|>He handed her the envelope | the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder.<|quote|>"I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it."</|quote|>He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, | and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder.<|quote|>"I ve just written to ask... | the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search... | composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. ... | if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting ... | been more than usually oppressive to her. Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order. Only that morning a heavily insured proof-sheet had reached them from a collector in Australia, which recorded a change of the poet s mind about a very famous phrase, and, therefore, had claims to the honor of ... | the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his ease. Indeed, he rapidly became too much at his ease to persist in a condition of cheerful neutrality. He... | Night And Day |
He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. | No speaker | I forgot to post it."<|quote|>He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time.</|quote|>"Yes," she observed at length, | her to come here, only I forgot to post it."<|quote|>He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time.</|quote|>"Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney | as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it."<|quote|>He handed her the envelope in silence. She to... | than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company ... | or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he mu... | her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a fr... | of order. Only that morning a heavily insured proof-sheet had reached them from a collector in Australia, which recorded a change of the poet s mind about a very famous phrase, and, therefore, had claims to the honor of glazing and framing. But was there room for it? Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some oth... | to him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the ... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | take an intolerably long time.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she observed at length, "a | reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s | world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she observed at length, "... | a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder... | lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lo... | they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hidin... | famous phrase, and, therefore, had claims to the honor of glazing and framing. But was there room for it? Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some other relic give place to do it honor? Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The art... | lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lo... | Night And Day |
she observed at length, | No speaker | an intolerably long time. "Yes,"<|quote|>she observed at length,</|quote|>"a very charming letter." Rodney | seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes,"<|quote|>she observed at length,</|quote|>"a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned | looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes,"<|quote|>she observed at length,</|quote|>"a very ... | pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. ... | on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. A... | had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding you... | phrase, and, therefore, had claims to the honor of glazing and framing. But was there room for it? Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some other relic give place to do it honor? Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who... | too much at his ease to persist in a condition of cheerful neutrality. He felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra ... | Night And Day |
"a very charming letter." | Katharine Hilbery | "Yes," she observed at length,<|quote|>"a very charming letter."</|quote|>Rodney s face was half | take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length,<|quote|>"a very charming letter."</|quote|>Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in | "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length,<|quote|>"a very charming letter."</|quote|>Rodney s ... | and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to ... | the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he s... | life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he ret... | claims to the honor of glazing and framing. But was there room for it? Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some other relic give place to do it honor? Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out ... | possible to interpret the sights which the eyes of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upon his shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of... | Night And Day |
Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. | No speaker | length, "a very charming letter."<|quote|>Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more.</|quote|>"I see no harm," William | time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter."<|quote|>Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more.</|quote|>"I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her | to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter."<|quote|>Rodney s face was half turned away, a... | in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot ... | atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He ta... | lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grandfather s portrait. She laid her hand on the seat next her in a friendly way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, do... | of glazing and framing. But was there room for it? Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some other relic give place to do it honor? Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by d... | his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassand... | Night And Day |
"I see no harm," | William Rodney | through the pages once more.<|quote|>"I see no harm,"</|quote|>William blurted out, "in helping | her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more.<|quote|>"I see no harm,"</|quote|>William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example | letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more.<|quote|>"I see no harm,"</|quot... | it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take ... | the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at... | "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the ... | Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed wi... | were akin, with the mysterious kinship of blood which makes it seem possible to interpret the sights which the eyes of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He would have understood, she thought, suddenly; and instead of laying her withered flowers upo... | Night And Day |
William blurted out, | No speaker | more. "I see no harm,"<|quote|>William blurted out,</|quote|>"in helping her with Greek, | glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm,"<|quote|>William blurted out,</|quote|>"in helping her with Greek, for example if she really | seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm,"<|quote|>William blurted out,</|quote|>"in ... | Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long... | gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced... | William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers... | the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of... | brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of gifts, than flowers and incense and adoration. Doubts, questionings, and despondencies she felt, as she looked up, would be more welcome to him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she gave him, a... | Night And Day |
"in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." | William Rodney | no harm," William blurted out,<|quote|>"in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing."</|quote|>"There s no reason why | pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out,<|quote|>"in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing."</|quote|>"There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said | to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out,<|quote|>"in helping her with Greek, fo... | in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed a... | a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed... | I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She descr... | glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion. The artist who had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The... | felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Ca... | Night And Day |
"There s no reason why she shouldn t care," | Katharine Hilbery | for that sort of thing."<|quote|>"There s no reason why she shouldn t care,"</|quote|>said Katharine, consulting the pages | example if she really cares for that sort of thing."<|quote|>"There s no reason why she shouldn t care,"</|quote|>said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, | s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing."<|quote|>"There s no reason why she shouldn t care,"... | ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bas... | lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope be... | at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees a... | had painted it was now out of fashion, and by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips wer... | "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She sp... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. | No speaker | why she shouldn t care,"<|quote|>said Katharine, consulting the pages once more.</|quote|>"In fact ah, here it | thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care,"<|quote|>said Katharine, consulting the pages once more.</|quote|>"In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is | bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care,"<|quote|>said Katharine, consulting the pages ... | post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almos... | more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the o... | t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke light... | by dint of showing it to visitors, Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an exp... | also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting beneath her grand... | Night And Day |
"In fact ah, here it is" | Katharine Hilbery | consulting the pages once more.<|quote|>"In fact ah, here it is"</|quote|>The Greek alphabet is absolutely | shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more.<|quote|>"In fact ah, here it is"</|quote|>The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care." | moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more.<|quote|>"In fact ah, here it is"</|quote|... | in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced ... | that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparabl... | horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in p... | Katharine had almost ceased to see anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something love... | than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company ... | Night And Day |
The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. | No speaker | fact ah, here it is"<|quote|>The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_.</|quote|>"Obviously she does care." "Well, | the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is"<|quote|>The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_.</|quote|>"Obviously she does care." "Well, Greek may be rather a | through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is"<|quote|>The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinati... | the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see... | Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter... | she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his ease. Indeed, he r... | anything but a glow of faintly pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something lovely or miraculous vanishing or just ... | that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparabl... | Night And Day |
"Obviously she does care." | Katharine Hilbery | Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_.<|quote|>"Obviously she does care."</|quote|>"Well, Greek may be rather | ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_.<|quote|>"Obviously she does care."</|quote|>"Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was | see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_.<|quote|>"Obviously she does care."<... | through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, ... | summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Kathari... | Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his ease. Indeed, he rapidly became too much at his... | pleasing pink and brown tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something lovely or miraculous vanishing or just rising upon the rim of the dist... | shrine, she brought him her own perplexities perhaps a gift of greater value, should the dead be conscious of gifts, than flowers and incense and adoration. Doubts, questionings, and despondencies she felt, as she looked up, would be more welcome to him than homage, and he would hold them but a very small burden if she... | Night And Day |
"Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s a... | William Rodney | _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care."<|quote|>"Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry... | The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care."<|quote|>"Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing o... | blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care."<|quote|>"Well, Greek may be ra... | to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, ... | a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice... | South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his ease. Indeed, he rapidly became too much at his ease to persist in a co... | tints, enclosed within a circular scroll of gilt laurel-leaves. The young man who was her grandfather looked vaguely over her head. The sensual lips were slightly parted, and gave the face an expression of beholding something lovely or miraculous vanishing or just rising upon the rim of the distance. The expression rep... | way, and said: "Come and sit down, William. How glad I was you were here! I felt myself getting ruder and ruder." "You are not good at hiding your feelings," he returned dryly. "Oh, don t scold me I ve had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impres... | Night And Day |
"No. Certainly not." | Katharine Hilbery | harm in lending her books?"<|quote|>"No. Certainly not."</|quote|>"But if it hum led | all. There d be no harm in lending her books?"<|quote|>"No. Certainly not."</|quote|>"But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, | too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?"<|quote|>"No. Certainly not."</|quote|>"Bu... | why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care." "Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently imma... | here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her vi... | natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own acco... | so. She wondered what he was looking for; were there waves beating upon a shore for him, too, she wondered, and heroes riding through the leaf-hung forests? For perhaps the first time in her life she thought of him as a man, young, unhappy, tempestuous, full of desires and faults; for the first time she realized him fo... | the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeeded in putting him at his ease. Indeed, he rapidly became too much at his ease to persist in a condition of cheerful neutrality. He felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine ma... | Night And Day |
"But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," | William Rodney | her books?" "No. Certainly not."<|quote|>"But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean,"</|quote|>he floundered, "you, from your | be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not."<|quote|>"But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean,"</|quote|>he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that | immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not."<|quote|>"But if it hum led to a corresponden... | t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is absolutely _fascinating_. "Obviously she does care." "Well, Greek may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t b... | forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his pro... | her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could no... | what he was looking for; were there waves beating upon a shore for him, too, she wondered, and heroes riding through the leaf-hung forests? For perhaps the first time in her life she thought of him as a man, young, unhappy, tempestuous, full of desires and faults; for the first time she realized him for herself, and no... | of cheerful neutrality. He felt his composure slipping from him. Katharine made it seem so natural to ask her to help him, or advise him, to say straight out what he had in his mind. The letter from Cassandra was heavy in his pocket. There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosp... | Night And Day |
he floundered, | No speaker | a little morbid, I mean,"<|quote|>he floundered,</|quote|>"you, from your point of | matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean,"<|quote|>he floundered,</|quote|>"you, from your point of view, feel that there s | course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean,"<|quote|>he floundered,</|quote|>"you, from your point of view, ... | may be rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of... | to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for exampl... | was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it... | first time in her life she thought of him as a man, young, unhappy, tempestuous, full of desires and faults; for the first time she realized him for herself, and not from her mother s memory. He might have been her brother, she thought. It seemed to her that they were akin, with the mysterious kinship of blood which ma... | letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurte... | Night And Day |
"you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." | William Rodney | morbid, I mean," he floundered,<|quote|>"you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again."</|quote|>She was surprised by the | seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered,<|quote|>"you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again."</|quote|>She was surprised by the violence of her desire that | it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered,<|quote|>"you, from your point of view, feel that there s not... | rather a large order. I was thinking chiefly of English. Her criticisms of my play, though they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everyt... | an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she... | the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bea... | in her life she thought of him as a man, young, unhappy, tempestuous, full of desires and faults; for the first time she realized him for herself, and not from her mother s memory. He might have been her brother, she thought. It seemed to her that they were akin, with the mysterious kinship of blood which makes it seem... | had a horrid afternoon." She told him how she had taken the flowers to Mrs. McCormick, and how South Kensington impressed her as the preserve of officers widows. She described how the door had opened, and what gloomy avenues of busts and palm-trees and umbrellas had been revealed to her. She spoke lightly, and succeede... | Night And Day |
She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was... | No speaker | never think of it again."<|quote|>She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra ... | only to speak, and I never think of it again."<|quote|>She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in ... | Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again."<|quote|>She was surprised by the violence of her desire that... | they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters wh... | her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more. "I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her with Greek, for example if she really cares for that sort of thing." "There s no reason why she shouldn t care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact ah, here it is" The Greek alphabet is ... | even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the... | mother s memory. He might have been her brother, she thought. It seemed to her that they were akin, with the mysterious kinship of blood which makes it seem possible to interpret the sights which the eyes of the dead behold so intently, or even to believe that they look with us upon our present joys and sorrows. He wou... | he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and... | Night And Day |
"She loves me," | William Rodney | the reason. He was amazed.<|quote|>"She loves me,"</|quote|>he thought. The woman he | again. She paused. Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed.<|quote|>"She loves me,"</|quote|>he thought. The woman he admired more than any one | his weakness, which it made her angry to think was known to another. For he was not weak; he had the rare strength of doing what he promised she had only to speak, and he would never think of Cassandra again. She paused. Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed.<|quote|>"She loves me,"</|quote|>he thought. The woman he... | surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it made her angry to... | after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion?... | his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s fac... | small burden if she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment l... | they re too generous, evidently immature she can t be more than twenty-two, I suppose? they certainly show the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it h... | Night And Day |
he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in the world, loved him, as he had given up hope that she would ever love him. And now that for the first time he was sure of her love, he resented it. He felt it as a fetter, an encumbrance, something which made them both, but him in particular, ridiculous. He was in ... | No speaker | was amazed. "She loves me,"<|quote|>he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in the world, loved him, as he had given up hope that she would ever love him. And now that for the first time he was sure of her love, he resented it. He felt it as a fetter, an encumbrance, something which made them both, but him i... | Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed. "She loves me,"<|quote|>he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in the world, loved him, as he had given up hope that she would ever love him. And now that for the first time he was sure of her love, he resented it. He felt it as a fetter, an encumbrance, something w... | it made her angry to think was known to another. For he was not weak; he had the rare strength of doing what he promised she had only to speak, and he would never think of Cassandra again. She paused. Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed. "She loves me,"<|quote|>he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in... | which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it made her angry to think was known to ano... | d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve on... | ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through. The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time. "Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter." Rodney s face was half turned... | she gave him, also, some share in what she suffered and achieved. The depth of her own pride and love were not more apparent to her than the sense that the dead asked neither flowers nor regrets, but a share in the life which they had given her, the life which they had lived. Rodney found her a moment later sitting ben... | he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffl... | Night And Day |
"The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" | Mrs. Hilbery | on the brink of satire.<|quote|>"The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Don t move, | that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire.<|quote|>"The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. | one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire.<|quote|>"The best of all my treasures, Mr. P... | was now near enough to feeling. She held the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn a... | of her love, he resented it. He felt it as a fetter, an encumbrance, something which made them both, but him in particular, ridiculous. He was in her power completely, but his eyes were open and he was no longer her slave or her dupe. He would be her master in future. The instant prolonged itself as Katharine realized ... | mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender a... | There was also the letter to Cassandra lying on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could m... | her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Don t move, Katharine. Sit | of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will | and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Don t mo... | the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelha... | it as a fetter, an encumbrance, something which made them both, but him in particular, ridiculous. He was in her power completely, but his eyes were open and he was no longer her slave or her dupe. He would be her master in future. The instant prolonged itself as Katharine realized the strength of her desire to speak t... | view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of ... | on the table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. A... | it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by... | Night And Day |
"Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day." | Mrs. Hilbery | treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day."</|quote|>Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, | "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day."</|quote|>Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had | Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Don t move, Katharine. Sit... | in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in ... | a fetter, an encumbrance, something which made them both, but him in particular, ridiculous. He was in her power completely, but his eyes were open and he was no longer her slave or her dupe. He would be her master in future. The instant prolonged itself as Katharine realized the strength of her desire to speak the wor... | that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but w... | table in the next room. The atmosphere seemed charged with Cassandra. But, unless Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At inter... | speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassa... | Night And Day |
Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer. | No speaker | Pelham will come another day."<|quote|>Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer.</|quote|>"As I told you last | Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day."<|quote|>Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer.</|quote|>... | looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed. "Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day."<|quote|>Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bow... | in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her da... | ridiculous. He was in her power completely, but his eyes were open and he was no longer her slave or her dupe. He would be her master in future. The instant prolonged itself as Katharine realized the strength of her desire to speak the words that should keep William for ever, and the baseness of the temptation which as... | ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the w... | Katharine began the subject of her own accord, he could not even hint he must ignore the whole affair; it was the part of a gentleman to preserve a bearing that was, as far as he could make it, the bearing of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibil... | "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that he never should think of it again. For an instant it seemed to her impossible to surrender an intimacy, which migh... | Night And Day |
"As I told you last night," | Katharine Hilbery | somehow. Katharine doubted no longer.<|quote|>"As I told you last night,"</|quote|>she said, "I think it | mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer.<|quote|>"As I told you last night,"</|quote|>she said, "I think it s your duty, if there | Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day." Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer.<|quote|>"As I told you last ... | stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed. "Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will com... | to speak the words that should keep William for ever, and the baseness of the temptation which assailed her to make the movement, or speak the word, which he had often begged her for, which she was now near enough to feeling. She held the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other ... | might not be the intimacy of love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it made her angry to think was known to another. ... | of an undoubting lover. At intervals he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a ... | I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only to speak, and I never think of it again." She was surprised by the violence of her desire that... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | I told you last night,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I think it s your | Katharine doubted no longer. "As I told you last night,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I think it s your duty, if there s a | come another day." Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer. "As I told you last night,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I think ... | stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed. "Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day." Mr. Pelham looked, ... | keep William for ever, and the baseness of the temptation which assailed her to make the movement, or speak the word, which he had often begged her for, which she was now near enough to feeling. She held the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery... | love, but was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it made her angry to think was known to another. For he was not weak; he had t... | he sighed deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and... | the sort of thing one wants: real feeling for poetry, understanding, not formed, of course, but it s at the root of everything after all. There d be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a lit... | Night And Day |
"I think it s your duty, if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to discover what your feeling is for her now. It s your duty to her, as well as to me. But we must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending." | Katharine Hilbery | you last night," she said,<|quote|>"I think it s your duty, if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to discover what your feeling is for her now. It s your duty to her, as well as to me. But we must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending."</|quote|>"That is entirely in your | no longer. "As I told you last night," she said,<|quote|>"I think it s your duty, if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to discover what your feeling is for her now. It s your duty to her, as well as to me. But we must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending."</|quote|>"That is entirely in your hands, of c... | day." Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer. "As I told you last night," she said,<|quote|>"I think it s your duty, if the... | She looked at her daughter, and at the man her daughter was to marry, with her peculiar smile that always seemed to tremble on the brink of satire. "The best of all my treasures, Mr. Pelham!" she exclaimed. "Don t move, Katharine. Sit still, William. Mr. Pelham will come another day." Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, ... | for ever, and the baseness of the temptation which assailed her to make the movement, or speak the word, which he had often begged her for, which she was now near enough to feeling. She held the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard ta... | was certainly the intimacy of true friendship, to any woman in the world. Cassandra would never understand him she was not good enough for him. The letter seemed to her a letter of flattery a letter addressed to his weakness, which it made her angry to think was known to another. For he was not weak; he had the rare st... | deeply. He talked rather more quickly than usual about the possibility that some of the operas of Mozart would be played in the summer. He had received a notice, he said, and at once produced a pocket-book stuffed with papers, and began shuffling them in search. He held a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as... | would be her master in future. The instant prolonged itself as Katharine realized the strength of her desire to speak the words that should keep William for ever, and the baseness of the temptation which assailed her to make the movement, or speak the word, which he had often begged her for, which she was now near enou... | Night And Day |
"That is entirely in your hands, of course," | William Rodney | can t go on pretending."<|quote|>"That is entirely in your hands, of course,"</|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate | must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending."<|quote|>"That is entirely in your hands, of course,"</|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate return to the manner of | she said, "I think it s your duty, if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to discover what your feeling is for her now. It s your duty to her, as well as to me. But we must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending."<|quote|>"That is entirely in your hands, of course,"</|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate ... | come another day." Mr. Pelham looked, smiled, bowed, and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer. "As I told you last night," she said, "I think it s your duty, i... | was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looke... | known to another. For he was not weak; he had the rare strength of doing what he promised she had only to speak, and he would never think of Cassandra again. She paused. Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed. "She loves me," he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in the world, loved him, as he had given ... | a thick envelope between his finger and thumb, as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He han... | often begged her for, which she was now near enough to feeling. She held the letter in her hand. She sat silent. At this moment there was a stir in the other room; the voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one... | Night And Day |
said Rodney, with an immediate return to the manner of a formal man of honor. | No speaker | in your hands, of course,"<|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate return to the manner of a formal man of honor.</|quote|>"Very well," said Katharine. Directly | on pretending." "That is entirely in your hands, of course,"<|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate return to the manner of a formal man of honor.</|quote|>"Very well," said Katharine. Directly he left her she would | if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to discover what your feeling is for her now. It s your duty to her, as well as to me. But we must tell my mother. We can t go on pretending." "That is entirely in your hands, of course,"<|quote|>said Rodney, with an immediate return to the manner of a formal man of hono... | and, as his hostess had moved on, followed her without a word. The curtain was drawn again either by him or by Mrs. Hilbery. But her mother had settled the question somehow. Katharine doubted no longer. "As I told you last night," she said, "I think it s your duty, if there s a chance that you care for Cassandra, to di... | voice of Mrs. Hilbery was heard talking of proof-sheets rescued by miraculous providence from butcher s ledgers in Australia; the curtain separating one room from the other was drawn apart, and Mrs. Hilbery and Augustus Pelham stood in the doorway. Mrs. Hilbery stopped short. She looked at her daughter, and at the man ... | he had the rare strength of doing what he promised she had only to speak, and he would never think of Cassandra again. She paused. Rodney guessed the reason. He was amazed. "She loves me," he thought. The woman he admired more than any one in the world, loved him, as he had given up hope that she would ever love him. A... | as if the notice from the opera company had become in some way inseparably attached to it. "A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I ve just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it." He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, e... | be no harm in lending her books?" "No. Certainly not." "But if it hum led to a correspondence? I mean, Katharine, I take it, without going into matters which seem to me a little morbid, I mean," he floundered, "you, from your point of view, feel that there s nothing disagreeable to you in the notion? If so, you ve only... | Night And Day |
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