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she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. | No speaker | to speak to me again,"<|quote|>she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which ... | window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again,"<|quote|>she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perce... | said, taking her hand and rubbing it. "If we don t find him there we shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again,"<|quote|>she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exagge... | own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what she was suffering. "Nonsense," she said, taking her hand and rubbing ... | the crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Ch... | too, the discovery which she had stumbled upon unexpectedly that night. She was free once more at the cost of a gift, the best, perhaps, that she could offer, but she was, thank Heaven, in love no longer. She was tempted to spend the first instalment of her freedom in some dissipation; in the pit of the Coliseum, for e... | same position which Mary had compared to the position of one watching an unseeing face. She watched, indeed, not a face, but a procession, not of people, but of life itself: the good and bad; the meaning; the past, the present, and the future. All this seemed apparent to her, and she was not ashamed of her extravagance... | to hinder her. "Oh, I m going home no, to Highgate perhaps." Mary saw that it would be useless to try to stop her. All she could do was to insist upon coming too, but she met with no opposition; Katharine seemed indifferent to her presence. In a few minutes they were walking along the Strand. They walked so rapidly tha... | Night And Day |
"Don t be frightened," | Katharine Hilbery | which her hand was held.<|quote|>"Don t be frightened,"</|quote|>she said, with a little | Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held.<|quote|>"Don t be frightened,"</|quote|>she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going | voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held.<|quote|>"Don t be frightened,"... | rubbing it. "If we don t find him there we shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary di... | driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. ... | of the Coliseum, for example, since they were now passing the door. Why not go in and celebrate her independence of the tyranny of love? Or, perhaps, the top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards... | of her extravagance so much as exalted to one of the pinnacles of existence, where it behoved the world to do her homage. No one but she herself knew what it meant to miss Ralph Denham on that particular night; into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. Sh... | in some dissipation; in the pit of the Coliseum, for example, since they were now passing the door. Why not go in and celebrate her independence of the tyranny of love? Or, perhaps, the top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed thes... | Night And Day |
she said, with a little laugh. | No speaker | held. "Don t be frightened,"<|quote|>she said, with a little laugh.</|quote|>"I m not going to | with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened,"<|quote|>she said, with a little laugh.</|quote|>"I m not going to jump out of the cab. | The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened,"<|quote|>she said, with a little l... | don t find him there we shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to co... | to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall f... | example, since they were now passing the door. Why not go in and celebrate her independence of the tyranny of love? Or, perhaps, the top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time f... | much as exalted to one of the pinnacles of existence, where it behoved the world to do her homage. No one but she herself knew what it meant to miss Ralph Denham on that particular night; into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and k... | the door. Why not go in and celebrate her independence of the tyranny of love? Or, perhaps, the top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her... | Night And Day |
"I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." | Katharine Hilbery | said, with a little laugh.<|quote|>"I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all."</|quote|>Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew | "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh.<|quote|>"I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all."</|quote|>Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to | Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh.<|quote|>"I m not going to jump out of t... | shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keep... | well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had... | the door. Why not go in and celebrate her independence of the tyranny of love? Or, perhaps, the top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her... | the pinnacles of existence, where it behoved the world to do her homage. No one but she herself knew what it meant to miss Ralph Denham on that particular night; into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and knew the bitterness of all ... | lit in the place where a more passionate flame had once burnt. Now Katharine stopped, and Mary woke to the fact that instead of having a goal she had evidently none. She paused at the edge of the crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you... | Night And Day |
Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. | No speaker | do much good after all."<|quote|>Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.</|quote|>"I ought to have apologized," | the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all."<|quote|>Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.</|quote|>"I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort, | expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all."<|quote|>Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her h... | leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump ... | on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began... | top of an omnibus bound for some remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? O... | knew what it meant to miss Ralph Denham on that particular night; into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and knew the bitterness of all failure; she desired him, and knew the torment of all passion. It did not matter what trivial ac... | a more passionate flame had once burnt. Now Katharine stopped, and Mary woke to the fact that instead of having a goal she had evidently none. She paused at the edge of the crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you going?" Mary cried, ca... | Night And Day |
"I ought to have apologized," | Katharine Hilbery | Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.<|quote|>"I ought to have apologized,"</|quote|>Katharine continued, with an effort, | good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.<|quote|>"I ought to have apologized,"</|quote|>Katharine continued, with an effort, "for bringing you into all | suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.<|quote|>"I ought to have apologized,"</|quote|>... | window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the... | corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what she wa... | remote place such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed... | Denham on that particular night; into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and knew the bitterness of all failure; she desired him, and knew the torment of all passion. It did not matter what trivial accidents led to this culmination. ... | this appealed to her most, and brought to mind the fire, the lamplight, the steady glow which had seemed lit in the place where a more passionate flame had once burnt. Now Katharine stopped, and Mary woke to the fact that instead of having a goal she had evidently none. She paused at the edge of the crossing, and looke... | Night And Day |
Katharine continued, with an effort, | No speaker | "I ought to have apologized,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with an effort,</|quote|>"for bringing you into all | Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with an effort,</|quote|>"for bringing you into all this business; I haven t | Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with an effort,</|q... | to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand... | Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what she was suffering. "Nonsense," she said, taking... | or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed to her most, and brought to mind... | into this inadequate event crowded feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and knew the bitterness of all failure; she desired him, and knew the torment of all passion. It did not matter what trivial accidents led to this culmination. Nor did she care how extravagant ... | such as Camberwell, or Sidcup, or the Welsh Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed to her most,... | Night And Day |
"for bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watchi... | Katharine Hilbery | Katharine continued, with an effort,<|quote|>"for bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him i... | "I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort,<|quote|>"for bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hour... | which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort,<|quote|>"for bringing you into all this business... | she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be fr... | own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what she was suffering. "Nonsense," she said, taking her hand and rubbing ... | Harp would suit her better. She noticed these names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed to her most, and brought to mind the fire, the lamplight... | feelings that the great crises of life might have failed to call forth. She had missed him, and knew the bitterness of all failure; she desired him, and knew the torment of all passion. It did not matter what trivial accidents led to this culmination. Nor did she care how extravagant she appeared, nor how openly she sh... | no opposition; Katharine seemed indifferent to her presence. In a few minutes they were walking along the Strand. They walked so rapidly that Mary was deluded into the belief that Katharine knew where she was going. She herself was not attentive. She was glad of the movement along lamp-lit streets in the open air. She ... | Night And Day |
She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. | No speaker | long? What s the time?"<|quote|>She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case.</|quote|>"Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. | night? Have I been out long? What s the time?"<|quote|>She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case.</|quote|>"Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there | him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?"<|quote|>She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the e... | bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching ou... | said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be fright... | crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne... | ate more; when she was told to drink wine, she drank it. Nevertheless, beneath this superficial obedience, Mary knew that she was following her own thoughts unhindered. She was not inattentive so much as remote; she looked at once so unseeing and so intent upon some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than ... | find him there we shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out of the window. "He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice, almost to herself. The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope wit... | Night And Day |
"Only half-past eight!" | Katharine Hilbery | important bearing on her case.<|quote|>"Only half-past eight!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Then he may | the exact time had some important bearing on her case.<|quote|>"Only half-past eight!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant | William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case.<|quote|>"Only half-past eight!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Then he may be the... | He is to marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It ... | it, save by keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all... | are you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have... | was following her own thoughts unhindered. She was not inattentive so much as remote; she looked at once so unseeing and so intent upon some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than protective she became actually alarmed at the prospect of some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world... | names painted on little boards for the first time for weeks. Or should she return to her room, and spend the night working out the details of a very enlightened and ingenious scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed to her most, and brought to mind the fire, the lamplight, the steady glow which had seemed lit in the ... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | her case. "Only half-past eight!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Then he may be there | had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Then he may be there still." She leant out of | alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Then he may be there still." She l... | marry Cassandra Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems age... | keeping hold of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this... | Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. ... | own thoughts unhindered. She was not inattentive so much as remote; she looked at once so unseeing and so intent upon some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than protective she became actually alarmed at the prospect of some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world. Directly they ha... | and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. ... | Night And Day |
"Then he may be there still." | Katharine Hilbery | "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Then he may be there still."</|quote|>She leant out of the | important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Then he may be there still."</|quote|>She leant out of the window and told the cabman | we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Then he may be there still."</|quote|>She leant out of... | Otway. It s all arranged all perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, ... | of Katharine s wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostent... | catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back... | unhindered. She was not inattentive so much as remote; she looked at once so unseeing and so intent upon some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than protective she became actually alarmed at the prospect of some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world. Directly they had done, Katha... | well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had... | Night And Day |
She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster. | No speaker | he may be there still."<|quote|>She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster.</|quote|>"But if he s not | half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still."<|quote|>She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster.</|quote|>"But if he s not there, what shall I do? | ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still."<|quote|>She leant out of the window and told the cabman to dr... | perfectly right.... And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have ... | expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ... | must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and app... | much as remote; she looked at once so unseeing and so intent upon some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than protective she became actually alarmed at the prospect of some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world. Directly they had done, Katharine announced her intention of going. ... | you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fal... | Night And Day |
"But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded." | Katharine Hilbery | the cabman to drive faster.<|quote|>"But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded."</|quote|>"We shall find him," Mary | of the window and told the cabman to drive faster.<|quote|>"But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded."</|quote|>"We shall find him," Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt | long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster.<|quote|>"But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where ... | hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of... | perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don t be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort, "for bringing you int... | that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne Walk. Katharine submitted. "Very well," she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was... | some vision of her own that Mary gradually felt more than protective she became actually alarmed at the prospect of some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world. Directly they had done, Katharine announced her intention of going. "But where are you going to?" Mary asked, desiring vaguely to hind... | late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what she was suffering. "Nonsense," she said, taking her hand and rubbing it. "If we don t find him there we shall find him somewhere else." "But suppose he s walking about the streets for hours and hours?" She leant forward and looked out ... | Night And Day |
"We shall find him," | Mary Datchet | The streets are so crowded."<|quote|>"We shall find him,"</|quote|>Mary repeated. Mary had no | Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded."<|quote|>"We shall find him,"</|quote|>Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or | some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster. "But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded."<|quote|>"We shall find him,"</|quote|>Mary repeated. Mar... | when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he... | m not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort, "for bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry... | she said. "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet sp... | some collision between Katharine and the forces of the outside world. Directly they had done, Katharine announced her intention of going. "But where are you going to?" Mary asked, desiring vaguely to hinder her. "Oh, I m going home no, to Highgate perhaps." Mary saw that it would be useless to try to stop her. All she ... | scheme? Of all possibilities this appealed to her most, and brought to mind the fire, the lamplight, the steady glow which had seemed lit in the place where a more passionate flame had once burnt. Now Katharine stopped, and Mary woke to the fact that instead of having a goal she had evidently none. She paused at the ed... | Night And Day |
Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or other they would find him. But suppose they did find him? She began to think of Ralph with a sort of strangeness, in her effort to understand how he could be capable of satisfying this extraordinary desire. Once more she thought herself back to her old view of him an... | No speaker | crowded." "We shall find him,"<|quote|>Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or other they would find him. But suppose they did find him? She began to think of Ralph with a sort of strangeness, in her effort to understand how he could be capable of satisfying this extraordinary desire. Once more she thought... | him? The streets are so crowded." "We shall find him,"<|quote|>Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or other they would find him. But suppose they did find him? She began to think of Ralph with a sort of strangeness, in her effort to understand how he could be capable of satisfying this extraordinary desir... | her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster. "But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets are so crowded." "We shall find him,"<|quote|>Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or ... | the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? What s the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there stil... | jump out of the cab. It wouldn t do much good after all." Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand. "I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort, "for bringing you into all this business; I haven t told you half, either. I m no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry Cassandra Otwa... | as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be t... | and the forces of the outside world. Directly they had done, Katharine announced her intention of going. "But where are you going to?" Mary asked, desiring vaguely to hinder her. "Oh, I m going home no, to Highgate perhaps." Mary saw that it would be useless to try to stop her. All she could do was to insist upon comin... | her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her, Mary began to pity her for what sh... | Night And Day |
"At last," | Katharine Hilbery | she could not have said.<|quote|>"At last,"</|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab | of London side by side, she could not have said.<|quote|>"At last,"</|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. | and the end for the ardors of their spirits was the same: but where it was, or what it was, or why she felt convinced that they were united in search of it, as they drove swiftly down the streets of London side by side, she could not have said.<|quote|>"At last,"</|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the d... | her mind, in sympathy at first, and later in forgetfulness of her companion, upon a point in front of them. She imagined a point distant as a low star upon the horizon of the dark. There for her too, for them both, was the goal for which they were striving, and the end for the ardors of their spirits was the same: but ... | this pang was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was ... | the time?" She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster. "But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The... | of the crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to... | this extraordinary desire. Once more she thought herself back to her old view of him and could, with an effort, recall the haze which surrounded his figure, and the sense of confused, heightened exhilaration which lay all about his neighborhood, so that for months at a time she had never exactly heard his voice or seen... | Night And Day |
Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing her, the maid said at once: | No speaker | not have said. "At last,"<|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing her, the maid said at once... | side by side, she could not have said. "At last,"<|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing he... | end for the ardors of their spirits was the same: but where it was, or what it was, or why she felt convinced that they were united in search of it, as they drove swiftly down the streets of London side by side, she could not have said. "At last,"<|quote|>Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped o... | in sympathy at first, and later in forgetfulness of her companion, upon a point in front of them. She imagined a point distant as a low star upon the horizon of the dark. There for her too, for them both, was the goal for which they were striving, and the end for the ardors of their spirits was the same: but where it w... | was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was conscious ... | She sprang forward to catch sight of a clock, as if the exact time had some important bearing on her case. "Only half-past eight!" she exclaimed. "Then he may be there still." She leant out of the window and told the cabman to drive faster. "But if he s not there, what shall I do? Where could I find him? The streets ar... | crossing, and looked this way and that, and finally made as if in the direction of Haverstock Hill. "Look here where are you going?" Mary cried, catching her by the hand. "We must take that cab and go home." She hailed a cab and insisted that Katharine should get in, while she directed the driver to take them to Cheyne... | And after he d waited in the streets for hours and hours, William made me bring him in. He was standing under the lamp-post watching our windows. He was perfectly white when he came into the room. William left us alone, and we sat and talked. It seems ages and ages ago, now. Was it last night? Have I been out long? Wha... | Night And Day |
Katharine vanished from Mary s sight. The door shut between them, and Mary walked slowly and thoughtfully up the street alone. Katharine turned at once to the dining-room. But with her fingers upon the handle, she held back. Perhaps she realized that this was a moment which would never come again. Perhaps, for a second... | No speaker | for you for some time."<|quote|>Katharine vanished from Mary s sight. The door shut between them, and Mary walked slowly and thoughtfully up the street alone. Katharine turned at once to the dining-room. But with her fingers upon the handle, she held back. Perhaps she realized that this was a moment which would never c... | miss. He has been waiting for you for some time."<|quote|>Katharine vanished from Mary s sight. The door shut between them, and Mary walked slowly and thoughtfully up the street alone. Katharine turned at once to the dining-room. But with her fingers upon the handle, she held back. Perhaps she realized that this was a ... | on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing her, the maid said at once: "Mr. Denham called again, miss. He has been waiting for you for some time."<|quote|>Katharine vanished from Mary s sight. Th... | was, or why she felt convinced that they were united in search of it, as they drove swiftly down the streets of London side by side, she could not have said. "At last," Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door op... | if her mind were fixed upon a point in front of them, and marked, second by second, their approach to it. She said nothing, and in silence Mary began to fix her mind, in sympathy at first, and later in forgetfulness of her companion, upon a point in front of them. She imagined a point distant as a low star upon the hor... | find him," Mary repeated. Mary had no doubt but that somehow or other they would find him. But suppose they did find him? She began to think of Ralph with a sort of strangeness, in her effort to understand how he could be capable of satisfying this extraordinary desire. Once more she thought herself back to her old vie... | "We may as well go there as anywhere else." A gloom seemed to have fallen on her. She lay back in her corner, silent and apparently exhausted. Mary, in spite of her own preoccupation, was struck by her pallor and her attitude of dejection. "I m sure we shall find him," she said more gently than she had yet spoken. "It ... | her. The pain of her loss shot through her. Nothing would ever make up not success, or happiness, or oblivion. But this pang was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be... | Night And Day |
"That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" | William Rodney | had failed to recognize him.<|quote|>"That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked"</|quote|>he hesitated "like some one | in the street and she had failed to recognize him.<|quote|>"That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked"</|quote|>he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To | Milvain herself could have detected nothing of a suspicious nature in what she overheard. William, when he came in late that afternoon and found Cassandra alone, had a very serious piece of news to impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him.<|quote|>"That doesn t matter with ... | with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, and their conversation was so prosaic that were it not for certain jolts and jerks between the sentences, as if the mind were kept with difficulty to the rails, Mrs. Milvain herself could have detect... | her head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep prospects that revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols... | second, it seemed to her that no reality could equal the imagination she had formed. Perhaps she was restrained by some vague fear or anticipation, which made her dread any exchange or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this supreme bliss restrained her, it was only for a moment. In another second she had t... | back to her old view of him and could, with an effort, recall the haze which surrounded his figure, and the sense of confused, heightened exhilaration which lay all about his neighborhood, so that for months at a time she had never exactly heard his voice or seen his face or so it now seemed to her. The pain of her los... | low star upon the horizon of the dark. There for her too, for them both, was the goal for which they were striving, and the end for the ardors of their spirits was the same: but where it was, or what it was, or why she felt convinced that they were united in search of it, as they drove swiftly down the streets of Londo... | Night And Day |
he hesitated | No speaker | expression. She looked she looked"<|quote|>he hesitated</|quote|>"like some one walking in | suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked"<|quote|>he hesitated</|quote|>"like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the | of news to impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked"<|quote|>he hesitated</|quote|>"li... | certain jolts and jerks between the sentences, as if the mind were kept with difficulty to the rails, Mrs. Milvain herself could have detected nothing of a suspicious nature in what she overheard. William, when he came in late that afternoon and found Cassandra alone, had a very serious piece of news to impart. He had ... | to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day? The thought, long ... | or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this supreme bliss restrained her, it was only for a moment. In another second she had turned the handle and, biting her lip to control herself, she opened the door upon Ralph Denham. An extraordinary clearness of sight seemed to possess her on beholding him. So little,... | neighborhood, so that for months at a time she had never exactly heard his voice or seen his face or so it now seemed to her. The pain of her loss shot through her. Nothing would ever make up not success, or happiness, or oblivion. But this pang was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew ... | not have said. "At last," Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing her, the maid said at once: "Mr. D... | Night And Day |
"like some one walking in her sleep." | William Rodney | looked she looked" he hesitated<|quote|>"like some one walking in her sleep."</|quote|>To Cassandra the significant thing | merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated<|quote|>"like some one walking in her sleep."</|quote|>To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone | to impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated<|quote|>"like some one walki... | and jerks between the sentences, as if the mind were kept with difficulty to the rails, Mrs. Milvain herself could have detected nothing of a suspicious nature in what she overheard. William, when he came in late that afternoon and found Cassandra alone, had a very serious piece of news to impart. He had just passed Ka... | kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day? The thought, long intoler... | But if these doubts and fears or this supreme bliss restrained her, it was only for a moment. In another second she had turned the handle and, biting her lip to control herself, she opened the door upon Ralph Denham. An extraordinary clearness of sight seemed to possess her on beholding him. So little, so single, so se... | that for months at a time she had never exactly heard his voice or seen his face or so it now seemed to her. The pain of her loss shot through her. Nothing would ever make up not success, or happiness, or oblivion. But this pang was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Ka... | appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certainty, of humility, of desire no longer to strive and to discriminate, yielding to... | Night And Day |
To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. | No speaker | one walking in her sleep."<|quote|>To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability.</|quote|>"Once throw conventions aside," he | looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep."<|quote|>To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability.</|quote|>"Once throw ... | in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep."<|quote|>To Cassandra the signi... | the mind were kept with difficulty to the rails, Mrs. Milvain herself could have detected nothing of a suspicious nature in what she overheard. William, when he came in late that afternoon and found Cassandra alone, had a very serious piece of news to impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had faile... | and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day? The thought, long intolerable, was now just bearable. She was quite ... | this supreme bliss restrained her, it was only for a moment. In another second she had turned the handle and, biting her lip to control herself, she opened the door upon Ralph Denham. An extraordinary clearness of sight seemed to possess her on beholding him. So little, so single, so separate from all else he appeared,... | had never exactly heard his voice or seen his face or so it now seemed to her. The pain of her loss shot through her. Nothing would ever make up not success, or happiness, or oblivion. But this pang was immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing... | drove swiftly down the streets of London side by side, she could not have said. "At last," Katharine breathed, as the cab drew up at the door. She jumped out and scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had an... | Night And Day |
"Once throw conventions aside," | William Rodney | no comfort from this probability.<|quote|>"Once throw conventions aside,"</|quote|>he began, "once do the | to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability.<|quote|>"Once throw conventions aside,"</|quote|>he began, "once do the things that people don t | looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability.<|quote|>"Once throw conventio... | piece of news to impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one... | them with her one day? The thought, long intolerable, was now just bearable. She was quite unaware of the anxiety with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, and their conversation was so prosaic that were it not for certain jolts and jerks be... | possess her on beholding him. So little, so single, so separate from all else he appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certa... | immediately followed by the assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was conscious of t... | scanned the pavement on either side. Mary, meanwhile, rang the bell. The door opened as Katharine assured herself that no one of the people within view had any likeness to Ralph. On seeing her, the maid said at once: "Mr. Denham called again, miss. He has been waiting for you for some time." Katharine vanished from Mar... | Night And Day |
he began, | No speaker | probability. "Once throw conventions aside,"<|quote|>he began,</|quote|>"once do the things that | drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside,"<|quote|>he began,</|quote|>"once do the things that people don t do" and | some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside,"<|quote|>he began,</|quot... | impart. He had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her s... | day? The thought, long intolerable, was now just bearable. She was quite unaware of the anxiety with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, and their conversation was so prosaic that were it not for certain jolts and jerks between the sentence... | him. So little, so single, so separate from all else he appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certainty, of humility, of des... | assurance that now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was conscious of the tension with which Kathar... | sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day? The thought, long intolerable, was now just bearable. She was quite unaware of the anxiety with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, an... | Night And Day |
"once do the things that people don t do" | William Rodney | throw conventions aside," he began,<|quote|>"once do the things that people don t do"</|quote|>and the fact that you | comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside," he began,<|quote|>"once do the things that people don t do"</|quote|>and the fact that you are going to meet a | walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside," he began,<|quote|>"once do the th... | had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To C... | thought, long intolerable, was now just bearable. She was quite unaware of the anxiety with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, and their conversation was so prosaic that were it not for certain jolts and jerks between the sentences, as if ... | little, so single, so separate from all else he appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certainty, of humility, of desire no l... | now, at any rate, she knew the truth; and Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was conscious of the tension with which Katharine marked its ... | this was a moment which would never come again. Perhaps, for a second, it seemed to her that no reality could equal the imagination she had formed. Perhaps she was restrained by some vague fear or anticipation, which made her dread any exchange or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this supreme bliss restra... | Night And Day |
and the fact that you are going to meet a young man is no longer proof of anything, except, indeed, that people will talk. Cassandra saw, not without a pang of jealousy, that he was extremely solicitous that people should not talk about Katharine, as if his interest in her were still proprietary rather than friendly. A... | No speaker | that people don t do"<|quote|>and the fact that you are going to meet a young man is no longer proof of anything, except, indeed, that people will talk. Cassandra saw, not without a pang of jealousy, that he was extremely solicitous that people should not talk about Katharine, as if his interest in her were still propr... | began, "once do the things that people don t do"<|quote|>and the fact that you are going to meet a young man is no longer proof of anything, except, indeed, that people will talk. Cassandra saw, not without a pang of jealousy, that he was extremely solicitous that people should not talk about Katharine, as if his inter... | was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside," he began, "once do the things that people don t do"<|quote|>and the fact that you are going... | had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharin... | quite unaware of the anxiety with which her movements were watched and her expression scanned. Cassandra was careful not to be caught looking at her, and their conversation was so prosaic that were it not for certain jolts and jerks between the sentences, as if the mind were kept with difficulty to the rails, Mrs. Milv... | appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certainty, of humility, of desire no longer to strive and to discriminate, yielding to... | Katharine, she thought, stealing a look at her, did not know the truth; yes, Katharine was immensely to be pitied. The cab, which had been caught in the traffic, was now liberated and sped on down Sloane Street. Mary was conscious of the tension with which Katharine marked its progress, as if her mind were fixed upon a... | from all else he appeared, who had been the cause of these extreme agitations and aspirations. She could have laughed in his face. But, gaining upon this clearness of sight against her will, and to her dislike, was a flood of confusion, of relief, of certainty, of humility, of desire no longer to strive and to discrimi... | Night And Day |
"We re not going to interrupt you," | Katharine Hilbery | encountered their eyes, and saying,<|quote|>"We re not going to interrupt you,"</|quote|>she led Denham behind the | effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,<|quote|>"We re not going to interrupt you,"</|quote|>she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front | not without its sweetness. When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,<|qu... | share them; but still, to be alone together, to be running risks together, to be partners in the wonderful conspiracy, was to her so enthralling that she was always forgetting discretion, breaking out into exclamations and admirations which finally made William believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situa... | moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells an... | had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To C... | realized that this was a moment which would never come again. Perhaps, for a second, it seemed to her that no reality could equal the imagination she had formed. Perhaps she was restrained by some vague fear or anticipation, which made her dread any exchange or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this suprem... | had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside," he began, "once do the things that people don t do" and the fact that you are going to meet a young man is no ... | Night And Day |
she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had t... | No speaker | not going to interrupt you,"<|quote|>she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own ho... | eyes, and saying, "We re not going to interrupt you,"<|quote|>she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the ... | did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying, "We re not going to interrupt you,"<|quote|>... | together, to be running risks together, to be partners in the wonderful conspiracy, was to her so enthralling that she was always forgetting discretion, breaking out into exclamations and admirations which finally made William believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situation was not without its sweetness.... | almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells and doors that they could hardly talk of Macaulay wit... | and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that ... | would never come again. Perhaps, for a second, it seemed to her that no reality could equal the imagination she had formed. Perhaps she was restrained by some vague fear or anticipation, which made her dread any exchange or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this supreme bliss restrained her, it was only fo... | she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Kath... | Night And Day |
"But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" | William Rodney | her own Cassandra dissuaded him.<|quote|>"But don t you think it s a little unsociable?"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Why not do | to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him.<|quote|>"But don t you think it s a little unsociable?"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the | dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him.<|quote|>"But don t you think it s a little unsociabl... | both tired and strained. Thus separated, the two couples remained occupied for some time with their own affairs. Only the lowest murmurs penetrated from one section of the room to the other. At length the maid came in to bring a message that Mr. Hilbery would not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need t... | Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying, "We re not going to interrupt you," she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relic... | ignorant of Ralph s visit the night before they had not that reason to comfort themselves with the thought that matters were hastening to a crisis. These absences of Katharine s, moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossi... | within his arms and confessed her love. CHAPTER XXXII Nobody asked Katharine any questions next day. If cross-examined she might have said that nobody spoke to her. She worked a little, wrote a little, ordered the dinner, and sat, for longer than she knew, with her head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whe... | was not without its sweetness. When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,... | Night And Day |
he hazarded. | No speaker | it s a little unsociable?"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Why not do something amusing? | "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for | Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Why not do something ... | occupied for some time with their own affairs. Only the lowest murmurs penetrated from one section of the room to the other. At length the maid came in to bring a message that Mr. Hilbery would not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cas... | by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying, "We re not going to interrupt you," she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements a... | not that reason to comfort themselves with the thought that matters were hastening to a crisis. These absences of Katharine s, moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s c... | asked Katharine any questions next day. If cross-examined she might have said that nobody spoke to her. She worked a little, wrote a little, ordered the dinner, and sat, for longer than she knew, with her head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film up... | somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To Cassandra the significant thing was that Katharine had gone out without telling her, and she interpreted this to mean that she had gone out to meet ... | Night And Day |
"Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" | William Rodney | a little unsociable?" he hazarded.<|quote|>"Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?"</|quote|>The coupling of their names | t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded.<|quote|>"Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?"</|quote|>The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra | be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded.<|quote|>"Why not do something amusing? go to the play, f... | some time with their own affairs. Only the lowest murmurs penetrated from one section of the room to the other. At length the maid came in to bring a message that Mr. Hilbery would not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opin... | Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying, "We re not going to interrupt you," she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only s... | reason to comfort themselves with the thought that matters were hastening to a crisis. These absences of Katharine s, moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it w... | any questions next day. If cross-examined she might have said that nobody spoke to her. She worked a little, wrote a little, ordered the dinner, and sat, for longer than she knew, with her head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep pros... | to a crisis. These absences of Katharine s, moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within... | Night And Day |
The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure. | No speaker | ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?"<|quote|>The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure.</|quote|>"Don t you think they | play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?"<|quote|>The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure.</|quote|>"Don t you think they must be ?" she began, | with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?"<|quote|>The coupling of their names in this manner... | the other. At length the maid came in to bring a message that Mr. Hilbery would not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From ... | saying, "We re not going to interrupt you," she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her... | s, moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells... | little, wrote a little, ordered the dinner, and sat, for longer than she knew, with her head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep prospects that revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the boo... | was to her so enthralling that she was always forgetting discretion, breaking out into exclamations and admirations which finally made William believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situation was not without its sweetness. When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was n... | Night And Day |
"Don t you think they must be ?" | Cassandra Otway | heart to leap with pleasure.<|quote|>"Don t you think they must be ?"</|quote|>she began, but William hastily | this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure.<|quote|>"Don t you think they must be ?"</|quote|>she began, but William hastily took her up. "Oh, I | own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure.<|quote|>"Don t you think they must be ?"... | not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little u... | in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had thought him looking both tired and strained. T... | The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells and doors that they could hardly talk of Macaulay with any conviction, and William preferred to defer the seco... | head on her hand piercing whatever lay before her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep prospects that revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and... | mean that she had gone out to meet Ralph Denham. But to her surprise William drew no comfort from this probability. "Once throw conventions aside," he began, "once do the things that people don t do" and the fact that you are going to meet a young man is no longer proof of anything, except, indeed, that people will tal... | Night And Day |
she began, but William hastily took her up. | No speaker | think they must be ?"<|quote|>she began, but William hastily took her up.</|quote|>"Oh, I know nothing about | with pleasure. "Don t you think they must be ?"<|quote|>she began, but William hastily took her up.</|quote|>"Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we | think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure. "Don t you think they must be ?"<|quote|>she began, but William hastily took her up.... | that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do... | This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had thought him looking both tired and strained. Thus separated, the two couples remaine... | out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells and doors that they could hardly talk of Macaulay with any conviction, and William preferred to defer the second act of his tragedy until another day. Un... | her, whether it was a letter or a dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep prospects that revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets w... | breaking out into exclamations and admirations which finally made William believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situation was not without its sweetness. When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle s out." | William Rodney | William hastily took her up.<|quote|>"Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle s out."</|quote|>He proceeded on his embassy | be ?" she began, but William hastily took her up.<|quote|>"Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle s out."</|quote|>He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of excitement | "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure. "Don t you think they must be ?" she began, but William hastily took her up.<|quote|>"Oh, I know nothing about that. I only though... | be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for insta... | confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had thought him looking both tired and strained. Thus separated, the two couples remained occupied for some time with their own a... | it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells and doors that they could hardly talk of Macaulay with any conviction, and William preferred to defer the second act of his tragedy until another day. Under these circumstances Cassandra showed hersel... | dictionary, as if it were a film upon the deep prospects that revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amus... | tragedy until another day. Under these circumstances Cassandra showed herself at her best. She sympathized with William s anxieties and did her utmost to share them; but still, to be alone together, to be running risks together, to be partners in the wonderful conspiracy, was to her so enthralling that she was always f... | Night And Day |
He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment which caused him to turn aside with his hand on the curtain, and to examine intently for several moments the portrait of a lady, optimistically said by Mrs. Hilbery to be an early work of Sir Joshua Reynolds. Then, with some unnecessary fumbling... | No speaker | as your uncle s out."<|quote|>He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment which caused him to turn aside with his hand on the curtain, and to examine intently for several moments the portrait of a lady, optimistically said by Mrs. Hilbery to be an early work of Sir Joshua Reynolds. Then, ... | thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle s out."<|quote|>He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment which caused him to turn aside with his hand on the curtain, and to examine intently for several moments the portrait of a lady, optimistically said by Mrs. Hilbery to be an early w... | The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra s heart to leap with pleasure. "Don t you think they must be ?" she began, but William hastily took her up. "Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle s out."<|quote|>He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of exc... | with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her. From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don t you think it s a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" The coupling of their names in this manner caused ... | Ralph s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had thought him looking both tired and strained. Thus separated, the two couples remained occupied for some time with their own affairs. Only the lowest murmurs penetrated from one section of the room to the other. At length the maid cam... | at the mercy of bells and doors that they could hardly talk of Macaulay with any conviction, and William preferred to defer the second act of his tragedy until another day. Under these circumstances Cassandra showed herself at her best. She sympathized with William s anxieties and did her utmost to share them; but stil... | brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day? The thought, long intolerable, was now... | act of his tragedy until another day. Under these circumstances Cassandra showed herself at her best. She sympathized with William s anxieties and did her utmost to share them; but still, to be alone together, to be running risks together, to be partners in the wonderful conspiracy, was to her so enthralling that she w... | Night And Day |
"How can Cassandra" | Katharine Hilbery | of Cassandra. Then she murmured,<|quote|>"How can Cassandra"</|quote|>but changed her sentence to | and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured,<|quote|>"How can Cassandra"</|quote|>but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she | never consented to read Macaulay; she had never expressed her belief that his play was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured,<|quote|>"How can Ca... | if she found it a little unfamiliar, intimately though she knew it; she tested it. The note of assurance and happiness was new. William was very happy. She learnt every hour what sources of his happiness she had neglected. She had never asked him to teach her anything; she had never consented to read Macaulay; she had ... | must reap their richest harvests when the fine weather comes again and the lovers, the sightseers, and the holiday-makers pour themselves out of trains and omnibuses into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William was ready to give such... | King," the musicians folded their music and encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. ... | merits of a music-hall. This being arranged, everything else followed easily and enthusiastically. Cassandra had never been to a music-hall. Katharine instructed her in the peculiar delights of an entertainment where Polar bears follow directly upon ladies in full evening dress, and the stage is alternately a garden of... | their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all the sea... | Night And Day |
but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, | No speaker | she murmured, "How can Cassandra"<|quote|>but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended,</|quote|>"how could she herself have | servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra"<|quote|>but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended,</|quote|>"how could she herself have been so blind?" But it | read Macaulay; she had never expressed her belief that his play was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra"<|quote|>but change... | it a little unfamiliar, intimately though she knew it; she tested it. The note of assurance and happiness was new. William was very happy. She learnt every hour what sources of his happiness she had neglected. She had never asked him to teach her anything; she had never consented to read Macaulay; she had never express... | richest harvests when the fine weather comes again and the lovers, the sightseers, and the holiday-makers pour themselves out of trains and omnibuses into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William was ready to give such discriminating ... | folded their music and encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, di... | music-hall. This being arranged, everything else followed easily and enthusiastically. Cassandra had never been to a music-hall. Katharine instructed her in the peculiar delights of an entertainment where Polar bears follow directly upon ladies in full evening dress, and the stage is alternately a garden of mystery, a ... | which Cassandra had never seen, and Katharine confused with Dulwich. On this occasion Ralph was their guide. He brought them without accident to Greenwich. What exigencies of state or fantasies of imagination first gave birth to the cluster of pleasant places by which London is surrounded is matter of indifference now ... | Night And Day |
"how could she herself have been so blind?" | Katharine Hilbery | meant to say and ended,<|quote|>"how could she herself have been so blind?"</|quote|>But it was unnecessary to | the opposite of what she meant to say and ended,<|quote|>"how could she herself have been so blind?"</|quote|>But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when | the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended,<|quote|>"how could she h... | assurance and happiness was new. William was very happy. She learnt every hour what sources of his happiness she had neglected. She had never asked him to teach her anything; she had never consented to read Macaulay; she had never expressed her belief that his play was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She follo... | holiday-makers pour themselves out of trains and omnibuses into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William was ready to give such discriminating praise as the dead architects and painters received seldom in the course of the year. They ... | the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all the seats in brown holland every night? The success of this ent... | a music-hall. Katharine instructed her in the peculiar delights of an entertainment where Polar bears follow directly upon ladies in full evening dress, and the stage is alternately a garden of mystery, a milliner s band-box, and a fried-fish shop in the Mile End Road. Whatever the exact nature of the program that nigh... | their music and encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they ... | Night And Day |
But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with their treasury, or starting in search of it, so that infinite ... | No speaker | herself have been so blind?"<|quote|>But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with their treasury, or starti... | and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?"<|quote|>But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with... | their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?"<|quote|>But it was unnecessary ... | happy. She learnt every hour what sources of his happiness she had neglected. She had never asked him to teach her anything; she had never consented to read Macaulay; she had never expressed her belief that his play was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting... | into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William was ready to give such discriminating praise as the dead architects and painters received seldom in the course of the year. They were walking by the river bank, and Katharine and Ralph, la... | great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all the seats in brown holland every night? The success of this entertainment was such that before they sepa... | delights of an entertainment where Polar bears follow directly upon ladies in full evening dress, and the stage is alternately a garden of mystery, a milliner s band-box, and a fried-fish shop in the Mile End Road. Whatever the exact nature of the program that night, it fulfilled the highest purposes of dramatic art, s... | is matter of indifference now that they have adapted themselves so admirably to the needs of people between the ages of twenty and thirty with Saturday afternoons to spend. Indeed, if ghosts have any interest in the affections of those who succeed them they must reap their richest harvests when the fine weather comes a... | Night And Day |
"She looks as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful," | Cassandra Otway | their talk, and Cassandra exclaimed,<|quote|>"She looks as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful,"</|quote|>she added quickly, though she | and Cassandra were startled from their talk, and Cassandra exclaimed,<|quote|>"She looks as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful,"</|quote|>she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, | of men, the possibility that they should together hire a boat and cross the river, the speed and wildness of this enterprise filled her mind and inspired her with such rapture, half of love and half of adventure, that William and Cassandra were startled from their talk, and Cassandra exclaimed,<|quote|>"She looks as if... | inquiring of an old boatman as to the tides and the ships. In thus talking he seemed different, and even looked different, she thought, against the river, with the steeples and towers for background. His strangeness, his romance, his power to leave her side and take part in the affairs of men, the possibility that they... | Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involv... | who succeed them they must reap their richest harvests when the fine weather comes again and the lovers, the sightseers, and the holiday-makers pour themselves out of trains and omnibuses into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William ... | Then there was the audience itself, bare-shouldered, tufted and garlanded in the stalls, decorous but festal in the balconies, and frankly fit for daylight and street life in the galleries. But, however they differed when looked at separately, they shared the same huge, lovable nature in the bulk, which murmured and sw... | Greenwich. What exigencies of state or fantasies of imagination first gave birth to the cluster of pleasant places by which London is surrounded is matter of indifference now that they have adapted themselves so admirably to the needs of people between the ages of twenty and thirty with Saturday afternoons to spend. In... | Night And Day |
she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the unfamiliarity of the streets... | No speaker | up a sacrifice! Very beautiful,"<|quote|>she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tu... | as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful,"<|quote|>she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curi... | cross the river, the speed and wildness of this enterprise filled her mind and inspired her with such rapture, half of love and half of adventure, that William and Cassandra were startled from their talk, and Cassandra exclaimed, "She looks as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful,"<|quote|>she added quic... | In thus talking he seemed different, and even looked different, she thought, against the river, with the steeples and towers for background. His strangeness, his romance, his power to leave her side and take part in the affairs of men, the possibility that they should together hire a boat and cross the river, the speed... | the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, an... | weather comes again and the lovers, the sightseers, and the holiday-makers pour themselves out of trains and omnibuses into their old pleasure-grounds. It is true that they go, for the most part, unthanked by name, although upon this occasion William was ready to give such discriminating praise as the dead architects a... | stalls, decorous but festal in the balconies, and frankly fit for daylight and street life in the galleries. But, however they differed when looked at separately, they shared the same huge, lovable nature in the bulk, which murmured and swayed and quivered all the time the dancing and juggling and love-making went on i... | was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how ... | Night And Day |
"The only hope for us," | Katharine Hilbery | indubitably by such a tenancy.<|quote|>"The only hope for us,"</|quote|>said Katharine, "is that William | good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy.<|quote|>"The only hope for us,"</|quote|>said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall | no other purpose than to assure each other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy.<|quote|>"The only hope for us,"</|... | child of the brigands of Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no oth... | she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful," she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the... | "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossi... | King," the musicians folded their music and encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. ... | belief that his play was second only to the works of Shakespeare. She followed dreamily in their wake, smiling and delighting in the sound which conveyed, she knew, the rapturous and yet not servile assent of Cassandra. Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra" but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, | No speaker | "The only hope for us,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"is that William shall die, | indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given | assure each other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"i... | Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure... | sacrifice! Very beautiful," she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the ... | her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and c... | music and encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really... | the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with their treasury, or starting in search of it, so that infinite leisure would be necessary for the proper disentanglement of one from the other. He stopped, moreover, and began inquiring of an old boatman as to the tides ... | Night And Day |
"is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." | Katharine Hilbery | hope for us," said Katharine,<|quote|>"is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet."</|quote|>"Or" Cassandra began, but checked | such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine,<|quote|>"is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet."</|quote|>"Or" Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of | other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine,<|quote|>"is that William shall ... | had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure each other tha... | beautiful," she added quickly, though she repressed, in deference to William, her own wonder that the sight of Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the unfamiliarity of... | to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City,... | encased their instruments, and the lights sank one by one until the house was empty, silent, and full of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all... | hire a boat and cross the river, the speed and wildness of this enterprise filled her mind and inspired her with such rapture, half of love and half of adventure, that William and Cassandra were startled from their talk, and Cassandra exclaimed, "She looks as if she were offering up a sacrifice! Very beautiful," she ad... | Night And Day |
"Or" | Cassandra Otway | widow of a distinguished poet."<|quote|>"Or"</|quote|>Cassandra began, but checked herself | be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet."<|quote|>"Or"</|quote|>Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging | four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet."<|quote|>"Or"</|quote|>Cassand... | about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure each other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied t... | Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the unfamiliarity of the streets, passed so quickly that the only method of prolonging it was to plan another expedition for the fo... | blind?" But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with their treasury, or starting in search of it, so that i... | of great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all the seats in brown holland every night? The success of this entertainment was such that before they s... | of an old boatman as to the tides and the ships. In thus talking he seemed different, and even looked different, she thought, against the river, with the steeples and towers for background. His strangeness, his romance, his power to leave her side and take part in the affairs of men, the possibility that they should to... | Night And Day |
Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging Katharine as the widow of a distinguished lawyer. Upon this, the third day of junketing, it was tiresome to have to restrain oneself even from such innocent excursions of fancy. She dared not question William; he was inscrutable; he never seemed even t... | No speaker | of a distinguished poet." "Or"<|quote|>Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging Katharine as the widow of a distinguished lawyer. Upon this, the third day of junketing, it was tiresome to have to restrain oneself even from such innocent excursions of fancy. She dared not question William; he ... | given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or"<|quote|>Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging Katharine as the widow of a distinguished lawyer. Upon this, the third day of junketing, it was tiresome to have to restrain oneself even from such innocent excursions of fancy. She dared ... | abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or"<|quote|>Cassandra began, but ... | lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure each other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themsel... | Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the unfamiliarity of the streets, passed so quickly that the only method of prolonging it was to plan another expedition for the followin... | But it was unnecessary to follow out such riddles when the presence of Ralph supplied her with more interesting problems, which somehow became involved with the little boat crossing the river, the majestic and careworn City, and the steamers homecoming with their treasury, or starting in search of it, so that infinite ... | great shadows. Looking back over her shoulder as she followed Ralph through the swing doors, Cassandra marveled to see how the stage was already entirely without romance. But, she wondered, did they really cover all the seats in brown holland every night? The success of this entertainment was such that before they sepa... | Ralph Denham talking to a boatman on the banks of the Thames could move any one to such an attitude of adoration. That afternoon, what with tea and the curiosities of the Thames tunnel and the unfamiliarity of the streets, passed so quickly that the only method of prolonging it was to plan another expedition for the fo... | Night And Day |
"Katharine is out this afternoon," | Mr. Hilbery | means exhilarated at the news.<|quote|>"Katharine is out this afternoon,"</|quote|>he remarked. "Why not come | business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news.<|quote|>"Katharine is out this afternoon,"</|quote|>he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it | in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news.<|quote|>"Katharine is out this afternoon,"</|quote|>he rema... | the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy ... | to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not tresp... | did not damage the radiance which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, ... | of prolonging it was to plan another expedition for the following day. Hampton Court was decided upon, in preference to Hampstead, for though Cassandra had dreamt as a child of the brigands of Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton ... | sometimes the impulse to move came from Katharine, and sometimes from Ralph; how, sometimes, they walked slow, as if in profound intercourse, and sometimes fast, as if in passionate. When they came together again nothing could be more unconcerned than their manner. "We have been wondering whether they ever catch a fish... | Night And Day |
he remarked. | No speaker | "Katharine is out this afternoon,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"Why not come round later | means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"Why not come round later and discuss it with her | being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon,"<|quote|>he remarked.</|quote|>"Why not come round late... | suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being force... | have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indee... | which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set stil... | plan another expedition for the following day. Hampton Court was decided upon, in preference to Hampstead, for though Cassandra had dreamt as a child of the brigands of Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time o... | her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday... | Night And Day |
"Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" | Mr. Hilbery | out this afternoon," he remarked.<|quote|>"Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?"</|quote|>"My dear Trevor, I have | at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked.<|quote|>"Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?"</|quote|>"My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to | to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked.<|quote|>"Why not come round later and discuss it with ... | towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for h... | compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had the... | to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stre... | expedition for the following day. Hampton Court was decided upon, in preference to Hampstead, for though Cassandra had dreamt as a child of the brigands of Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sund... | warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that C... | Night And Day |
"My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" | Aunt Celia | her with us both, eh?"<|quote|>"My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?"</|quote|>"She s out with her | later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?"<|quote|>"My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?"</|quote|>"She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays | She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?"<|quote|>"My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for... | Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that... | of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. ... | washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exp... | for though Cassandra had dreamt as a child of the brigands of Hampstead, she had now transferred her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that ... | and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another fe... | Night And Day |
"She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." | Mr. Hilbery | you alone.... Where is Katharine?"<|quote|>"She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine."</|quote|>He turned his stone between | for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?"<|quote|>"She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine."</|quote|>He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different | matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?"<|quote|>"She s out with her young man,... | she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarate... | Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writ... | the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness,... | her affections completely and for ever to William III. Accordingly, they arrived at Hampton Court about lunch-time on a fine Sunday morning. Such unity marked their expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure each other that this palace was th... | Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes to prove something. She suspected that Katharine was absent-minded, but it was impossible to tell. There w... | Night And Day |
He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. | No speaker | a great favorite of mine."<|quote|>He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual.</|quote|>"With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated | A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine."<|quote|>He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual.</|quote|>"With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significan... | it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine."<|quote|>He turned his stone between hi... | in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevo... | already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his o... | mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that ... | expressions of admiration for the red-brick building that they might have come there for no other purpose than to assure each other that this palace was the stateliest palace in the world. They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of goo... | time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so f... | Night And Day |
"With Cassandra," | Aunt Celia | affairs of Cyril as usual.<|quote|>"With Cassandra,"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With | have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual.<|quote|>"With Cassandra,"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. | Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual.<|quote|>"With ... | exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chapero... | club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himse... | expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the... | They walked up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished... | received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. | No speaker | Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra,"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly.</|quote|>"With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," | to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra,"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly.</|quote|>"With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased | the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra,"<|quote|>Mrs.... | the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefull... | was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the... | lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing o... | up and down the Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or"... | the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. ... | Night And Day |
"With Cassandra." | Aunt Celia | Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly.<|quote|>"With Cassandra."</|quote|>"Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery | of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly.<|quote|>"With Cassandra."</|quote|>"Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the | very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantl... | out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woma... | on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position o... | beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun... | Terrace, four abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or" Cassandra began... | to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. In... | Night And Day |
"Yes, with Cassandra," | Mr. Hilbery | Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra."<|quote|>"Yes, with Cassandra,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased | as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra."<|quote|>"Yes, with Cassandra,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think | A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassan... | afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a ... | such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being ... | the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the... | abreast, and fancied themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or" Cassandra began, but checked ... | which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent gra... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. | No speaker | "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion.</|quote|>"I think they said they | Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion.</|quote|>"I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, | woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with ... | "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." ... | towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for h... | and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye ... | themselves the owners of the place, and calculated the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or" Cassandra began, but checked herself from the libe... | almost wished herself back with the silkworms at Stogdon House, and not embarked upon this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radiance which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of sp... | Night And Day |
"I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." | Mr. Hilbery | urbanely, pleased at the diversion.<|quote|>"I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable."</|quote|>He was prepared to dwell | with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion.<|quote|>"I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable."</|quote|>He was prepared to... | turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, ... | with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, ... | his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it.... | four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her ... | the amount of good to the world produced indubitably by such a tenancy. "The only hope for us," said Katharine, "is that William shall die, and Cassandra shall be given rooms as the widow of a distinguished poet." "Or" Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging Katharine as the widow of a disti... | basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down ... | Night And Day |
He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. | No speaker | thought the arrangement very suitable."<|quote|>He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it.</|quote|>"Hampton Court always seems to | too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable."<|quote|>He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it.</|quote|>"Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for | "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable."<|quote|>He ... | very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantl... | melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come roun... | the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father... | poet." "Or" Cassandra began, but checked herself from the liberty of envisaging Katharine as the widow of a distinguished lawyer. Upon this, the third day of junketing, it was tiresome to have to restrain oneself even from such innocent excursions of fancy. She dared not question William; he was inscrutable; he never s... | the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering from their abs... | Night And Day |
"Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" | Mr. Hilbery | he had done with it.<|quote|>"Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?"</|quote... | Katharine would come in before he had done with it.<|quote|>"Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilit... | rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it.<|quote|>"Hampton Court always seems... | Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, an... | she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where ... | and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another fe... | of junketing, it was tiresome to have to restrain oneself even from such innocent excursions of fancy. She dared not question William; he was inscrutable; he never seemed even to follow the other couple with curiosity when they separated, as they frequently did, to name a plant, or examine a fresco. Cassandra was const... | quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they dro... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery continued. | No speaker | of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued.</|quote|>"I respect my dinner too | lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued.</|quote|>"I respect my dinner too much, but that can t | to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery continued.</|quote|>"I respect my dinner too... | taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged ... | talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he su... | plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in parti... | studying their backs. She noticed how sometimes the impulse to move came from Katharine, and sometimes from Ralph; how, sometimes, they walked slow, as if in profound intercourse, and sometimes fast, as if in passionate. When they came together again nothing could be more unconcerned than their manner. "We have been wo... | he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favori... | Night And Day |
"I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." | Mr. Hilbery | Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued.<|quote|>"I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember."</|quote|>Her brother s affability did | river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued.<|quote|>"I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember."</|quote|>Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it | ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued.<|quote|>"I respect my dinner too much, but that ca... | of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s ... | alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must... | for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly ... | She noticed how sometimes the impulse to move came from Katharine, and sometimes from Ralph; how, sometimes, they walked slow, as if in profound intercourse, and sometimes fast, as if in passionate. When they came together again nothing could be more unconcerned than their manner. "We have been wondering whether they e... | mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently... | Night And Day |
Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! | No speaker | far as I can remember."<|quote|>Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual!</|quote|>"Who is this Mr. Denham?" | never observed that feast, so far as I can remember."<|quote|>Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual!</|quote|>"Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said | the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember."<|quote|>Her brother s affability did not decei... | upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upo... | great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," M... | known it, he was already suffering from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself... | sometimes fast, as if in passionate. When they came together again nothing could be more unconcerned than their manner. "We have been wondering whether they ever catch a fish..." or, "We must leave time to visit the Maze." Then, to puzzle her further, William and Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway... | could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The q... | Night And Day |
"Who is this Mr. Denham?" | Aunt Celia | Blind and infatuated as usual!<|quote|>"Who is this Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said | knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual!<|quote|>"Who is this Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that | respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual!<|quote|>"Who is this Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>she ask... | spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly a... | must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mi... | pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead ... | ever catch a fish..." or, "We must leave time to visit the Maze." Then, to puzzle her further, William and Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes... | but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no mean... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | "Who is this Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, | Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind | but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Ralph Denham?" said Mr.... | s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observ... | domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very cl... | calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to co... | "We must leave time to visit the Maze." Then, to puzzle her further, William and Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes to prove something. She s... | his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased... | Night And Day |
"Ralph Denham?" | Mr. Hilbery | this Mr. Denham?" she asked.<|quote|>"Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in relief | infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked.<|quote|>"Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken | can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked.<|quote|>"Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery,... | Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed tha... | of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too,... | a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and... | leave time to visit the Maze." Then, to puzzle her further, William and Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes to prove something. She suspected ... | talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he su... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. | No speaker | Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn.</|quote|>"A very interesting young man. | usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn.</|quote|>"A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief | possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that... | s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so ... | as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse... | to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he foun... | to visit the Maze." Then, to puzzle her further, William and Ralph filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes to prove something. She suspected that Kathar... | happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan ... | Night And Day |
"A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" | Mr. Hilbery | mind had taken this turn.<|quote|>"A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing"</|quote|>"He is not well off, | Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn.<|quote|>"A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing"</|quote|>"He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain in... | as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn.<|quote|>"A very interesting young man. I ... | it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did n... | Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length ... | expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to orde... | filled in all interstices of meal-times or railway journeys with perfectly good-tempered arguments; or they discussed politics, or they told stories, or they did sums together upon the backs of old envelopes to prove something. She suspected that Katharine was absent-minded, but it was impossible to tell. There were mo... | come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young ma... | Night And Day |
"He is not well off, then?" | Aunt Celia | that very much wants writing"<|quote|>"He is not well off, then?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t | he would write a book that very much wants writing"<|quote|>"He is not well off, then?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, | Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing"<|quote|>"He is not well off, then?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain in... | to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken thi... | I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call ... | and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he ... | absent-minded, but it was impossible to tell. There were moments when she felt so young and inexperienced that she almost wished herself back with the silkworms at Stogdon House, and not embarked upon this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance o... | her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain interposed. | No speaker | is not well off, then?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain interposed.</|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I | very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain interposed.</|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family | had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain interposed.</|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I m af... | that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting yo... | He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his bu... | melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come roun... | tell. There were moments when she felt so young and inexperienced that she almost wished herself back with the silkworms at Stogdon House, and not embarked upon this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radi... | Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length ... | Night And Day |
"Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." | Mr. Hilbery | off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed.<|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him."</|quote|>"A mother and sisters? His | writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed.<|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him."</|quote|>"A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his | turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed.<|quote|>"Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more ... | far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a... | to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contri... | being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it ... | moments when she felt so young and inexperienced that she almost wished herself back with the silkworms at Stogdon House, and not embarked upon this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radiance which seemed... | that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassan... | Night And Day |
"A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" | Aunt Celia | or less dependent on him."<|quote|>"A mother and sisters? His father is dead?"</|quote|>"Yes, his father died some | afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him."<|quote|>"A mother and sisters? His father is dead?"</|quote|>"Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, | authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him."<|quote|>"A mother and sisters? His father is dead?"</|... | saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t ... | before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilb... | She speedily made it plain that she was only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing... | silkworms at Stogdon House, and not embarked upon this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radiance which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and a... | I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call ... | Night And Day |
"Yes, his father died some years ago," | Mr. Hilbery | sisters? His father is dead?"<|quote|>"Yes, his father died some years ago,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was | on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?"<|quote|>"Yes, his father died some years ago,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his | weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?"<|quote|>"Yes, his father died some years ago,"</|quote|>said Mr... | it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write ... | always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too muc... | only thus exacting because she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katha... | this bewildering intrigue. These moments, however, were only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radiance which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the r... | that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. | No speaker | father died some years ago,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy.</|quote|>"His father has been dead | father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy.</|quote|>"His father has been ... | he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon hi... | is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He... | for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply ... | on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, na... | only the necessary shadow or chill which proved the substance of her bliss, and did not damage the radiance which seemed to rest equally upon the whole party. The fresh air of spring, the sky washed of clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spir... | own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it. She... | Night And Day |
"His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" | Mr. Hilbery | the subject took her fancy.<|quote|>"His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place"</|quote|>"A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain | since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy.<|quote|>"His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place"</|quote|>"A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve | and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy.<|quote|>"His father h... | our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died som... | the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Bl... | Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of le... | clouds and already shedding warmth from its blue, seemed the reply vouchsafed by nature to the mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by... | man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual... | Night And Day |
"A legal family?" | Aunt Celia | had to take his place"<|quote|>"A legal family?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy | time, and this young man had to take his place"<|quote|>"A legal family?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name | who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place"<|quote|>"A legal family?"</|quote... | a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if neces... | much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, i... | s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affa... | mood of her chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the... | of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain inquired. | No speaker | his place" "A legal family?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain inquired.</|quote|>"I fancy I ve seen | young man had to take his place" "A legal family?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain inquired.</|quote|>"I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery | to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain inquired.</... | very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to kee... | can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that h... | her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyri... | chosen spirits. These chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expe... | prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business ... | Night And Day |
"I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." | Aunt Celia | legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired.<|quote|>"I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere."</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery shook his head. | to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired.<|quote|>"I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere."</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to | his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired.<|quote|>"I fancy I ve ... | writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain s... | apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had tak... | naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "Wi... | chosen spirits were to be found also among the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon ... | man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery shook his head. | No speaker | ve seen the name somewhere."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery shook his head.</|quote|>"I should be inclined to | Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery shook his head.</|quote|>"I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether | supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery shook his head... | Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private histo... | feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young m... | usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "W... | the deer, dumbly basking, and among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and g... | she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her ... | Night And Day |
"I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," | Mr. Hilbery | Mr. Hilbery shook his head.<|quote|>"I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life,"</|quote|>he observed. "I fancy that | ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head.<|quote|>"I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life,"</|quote|>he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that | private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head.<|quote|>"I should be inclined to dou... | penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for ... | can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great be... | that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassan... | among the fish, set still in mid-stream, for they were mute sharers in a benignant state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they we... | my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said ... | Night And Day |
he observed. | No speaker | in that walk of life,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I fancy that Denham once | doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I fancy that Denham once told me that his father | "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I fancy that Denha... | and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been ... | she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn... | different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they we... | state not needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees la... | then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not dece... | Night And Day |
"I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," | Mr. Hilbery | walk of life," he observed.<|quote|>"I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham,"</|quote|>he added. The remark sounded | they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed.<|quote|>"I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham,"</|quote|>he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfort... | has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed.<|quote|>"I fancy that Denham once told me that h... | His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some tim... | knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his livi... | of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampto... | needing any exposition by the tongue. No words that Cassandra could come by expressed the stillness, the brightness, the air of expectancy which lay upon the orderly beauty of the grass walks and gravel paths down which they went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across t... | possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated ... | Night And Day |
he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. | No speaker | a great respect for Denham,"<|quote|>he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully.</|quote|>"Cassandra s grown into a | way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham,"<|quote|>he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully.</|quote|>"Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he | doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham,"<|quote|>he added. The remark sounded to his ears u... | since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that ... | a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? ... | the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine wou... | went walking four abreast that Sunday afternoon. Silently the shadows of the trees lay across the broad sunshine; silence wrapt her heart in its folds. The quivering stillness of the butterfly on the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the i... | taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged ... | Night And Day |
"Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," | Mr. Hilbery | tips of his fingers carefully.<|quote|>"Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman,"</|quote|>he started afresh. "Charming to | about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully.<|quote|>"Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman,"</|quote|>he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to | came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully.<|quote|>"Cassandra s grown into a very ch... | "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way o... | writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain s... | Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what... | the half-opened flower, the silent grazing of the deer in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine b... | Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have refe... | Night And Day |
he started afresh. | No speaker | a very charming young woman,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|quote|>"Charming to look at, and | carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|quote|>"Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though | of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|quote|>"... | Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," h... | interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ra... | prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business ... | in the sun, were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, ... | Cassandra plays the part of chaperone very usefully. A charming young woman that a great favorite of mine." He turned his stone between his fingers, and conceived different methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandr... | Night And Day |
"Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?" | Mr. Hilbery | young woman," he started afresh.<|quote|>"Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain had given her | grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh.<|quote|>"Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which | ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh.<|quote|>"Charming to look at, ... | head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remar... | a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, fo... | at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to ta... | were the sights her eye rested upon and received as the images of her own nature laid open to happiness and trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together wit... | Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before he had done with it. "Hampton Court... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. | No speaker | profound. Another cup of tea?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea.</|quote|>"It is Cassandra that I | historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea.</|quote|>"It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. | there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain had... | Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denha... | dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this yo... | Court always seems to me an ideal spot for engaged couples. There s the Maze, there s a nice place for having tea I forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner t... | trembling in its ecstasy. But the afternoon wore on, and it became time to leave the gardens. As they drove from Waterloo to Chelsea, Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festiv... | she had come on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her ... | Night And Day |
"It is Cassandra that I have come about," | Aunt Celia | not want any more tea.<|quote|>"It is Cassandra that I have come about,"</|quote|>she began. "I am very | momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea.<|quote|>"It is Cassandra that I have come about,"</|quote|>she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra | young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?" Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea.<|quote|>"It is Cassandra ... | a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to... | Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head... | forget what they call it and then, if the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brot... | Katharine began to have some compunction about her father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it ... | from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather ... | Night And Day |
she began. | No speaker | that I have come about,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"I am very sorry to | more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not | at, and charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?" Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"I am ... | respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to tal... | of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were alt... | the young man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. ... | father, which, together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was alr... | think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the arrangement very suitable." He was prepared to dwell at some length upon this safe topic, and trusted that Katharine would come in before ... | Night And Day |
"I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." | Aunt Celia | have come about," she began.<|quote|>"I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible... | "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began.<|quote|>"I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that a... | charming to talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?" Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began.<|quote|>"I am very sorry to say... | Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though... | Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. "I fancy I ve seen the name somewhere." Mr. Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether i... | man knows his business he contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of possibilities full. Cake, Celia?" Mr. Hilbery continued. "I respect my dinner too much, but that can t possibly apply to you. You ve never observed that feast, so far as I can remember." Her brother s affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; i... | together with the opening of offices and the need of working in them on Monday, made it difficult to plan another festival for the following day. Mr. Hilbery had taken their absence, so far, with paternal benevolence, but they could not trespass upon it indefinitely. Indeed, had they known it, he was already suffering ... | Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, an... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second. | No speaker | that are still more incredible."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second.</|quote|>"It all sounds very black," | it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second.</|quote|>"It all sounds very black," he remarked urbanely, continuing his | to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was sil... | though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound. Another cup of tea?" Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all... | were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, an... | deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeva... | from their absence, and longing for their return. He had no dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his... | methods of leading Celia away from her obsession, which, he supposed, must have reference to the domestic affairs of Cyril as usual. "With Cassandra," Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going t... | Night And Day |
"It all sounds very black," | Mr. Hilbery | was silent for a second.<|quote|>"It all sounds very black,"</|quote|>he remarked urbanely, continuing his | Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second.<|quote|>"It all sounds very black,"</|quote|>he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails. "But | her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second.<|quote|>"It all sounds very black,"</|quo... | tea?" Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodnes... | that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about ... | cause of it. Blind and infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he wou... | dislike of solitude, and Sunday, in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one wa... | fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said ... | Night And Day |
he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails. | No speaker | "It all sounds very black,"<|quote|>he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails.</|quote|>"But I own I am | was silent for a second. "It all sounds very black,"<|quote|>he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails.</|quote|>"But I own I am completely in the dark." Mrs. | upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second. "It all sounds very black,"<|quote|>he remarked urbanely, continuing h... | her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way t... | that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the t... | infatuated as usual! "Who is this Mr. Denham?" she asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that ve... | in particular, was pleasantly adapted for letter-writing, paying calls, or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submiss... | Hilbery shook his head. "I should be inclined to doubt whether they were altogether in that walk of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," h... | Night And Day |
"But I own I am completely in the dark." | Mr. Hilbery | his examination of his finger-nails.<|quote|>"But I own I am completely in the dark."</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and | black," he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails.<|quote|>"But I own I am completely in the dark."</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little | in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second. "It all sounds very black," he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails.<|quote|>"But I own I ... | some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house o... | said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown... | asked. "Ralph Denham?" said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" ... | or a visit to his club. He was leaving the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, ... | Mrs. Milvain repeated significantly. "With Cassandra." "Yes, with Cassandra," Mr. Hilbery agreed urbanely, pleased at the diversion. "I think they said they were going to Hampton Court, and I rather believe they were taking a protege of mine, Ralph Denham, a very clever fellow, too, to amuse Cassandra. I thought the ar... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity. | No speaker | am completely in the dark."<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity.</|quote|>"Who has Cassandra gone out | finger-nails. "But I own I am completely in the dark."<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity.</|quote|>"Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has | this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second. "It all sounds very black," he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails. "But I own I am completely in the dark."<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain becam... | more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that... | stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started af... | her mind had taken this turn. "A very interesting young man. I ve a great belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, an... | the house on some such suitable expedition towards tea-time when he found himself stopped on his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy ... | afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His father is dead?" "Yes, his father died some years ago," said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscru... | Night And Day |
"Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other round street corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late at night? Why will Katharine not tell me the truth when I question her? I understand the reason now. Katharine ha... | Aunt Celia | short sentences of extreme intensity.<|quote|>"Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other round street corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late at night? Why will Katharine not tell me the truth when I question ... | emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity.<|quote|>"Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other round street corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late at night? Why will Katharine not tell... | incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second. "It all sounds very black," he remarked urbanely, continuing his examination of his finger-nails. "But I own I am completely in the dark." Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity.<|quote|>... | sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house of all houses were it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible." Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silen... | The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, though her historical kno... | belief in him. He s an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he weren t forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants writing" "He is not well off, then?" Mrs. Milvain interposed. "Hasn t a penny, I m afraid, and a family more or less dependent on him." "A mother and sisters? His fath... | his own doorstep by his sister, Mrs. Milvain. She should, on hearing that no one was at home, have withdrawn submissively, but instead she accepted his half-hearted invitation to come in, and he found himself in the melancholy position of being forced to order tea for her and sit in the drawing-room while she drank it.... | of life," he observed. "I fancy that Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there wa... | Night And Day |
There was another slight pause. | No speaker | to condone Cassandra s conduct."<|quote|>There was another slight pause.</|quote|>"Ah, well, Katharine will no | lawyer; she has seen fit to condone Cassandra s conduct."<|quote|>There was another slight pause.</|quote|>"Ah, well, Katharine will no doubt have some explanation to | meeting each other round street corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late at night? Why will Katharine not tell me the truth when I question her? I understand the reason now. Katharine has entangled herself with this unknown lawyer; she has seen fit to condone Cassandra s conduct."<|quote|>There was anoth... | his examination of his finger-nails. "But I own I am completely in the dark." Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity. "Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other round... | push, which seemed to indicate some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have se... | said Mr. Hilbery, who was prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family... | on a matter of business. He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, na... | Perhaps he said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a way of doing. I ve a great respect for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassan... | Night And Day |
"Ah, well, Katharine will no doubt have some explanation to give me," | Mr. Hilbery | There was another slight pause.<|quote|>"Ah, well, Katharine will no doubt have some explanation to give me,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied imperturbably. "It | to condone Cassandra s conduct." There was another slight pause.<|quote|>"Ah, well, Katharine will no doubt have some explanation to give me,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery replied imperturbably. "It s a little too complicated | corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late at night? Why will Katharine not tell me the truth when I question her? I understand the reason now. Katharine has entangled herself with this unknown lawyer; she has seen fit to condone Cassandra s conduct." There was another slight pause.<|quote|>"Ah, well, Kath... | "But I own I am completely in the dark." Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short sentences of extreme intensity. "Who has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other round street corners, and going to music-h... | some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea. "It is Cassandra that I have come about," she began. "I am very sorry to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She has imposed upon your and Maggie s goodness. She has behaved in a way that would have seemed incredible in this house o... | prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs. Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy. "His father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take his place" "A legal family?" Mrs. Milvain inquired. ... | He was by no means exhilarated at the news. "Katharine is out this afternoon," he remarked. "Why not come round later and discuss it with her with us both, eh?" "My dear Trevor, I have particular reasons for wishing to talk to you alone.... Where is Katharine?" "She s out with her young man, naturally. Cassandra plays ... | for Denham," he added. The remark sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips of his fingers carefully. "Cassandra s grown into a very charming young woman," he started afresh. "Charming to look at, and charming to talk to, th... | Night And Day |
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