Switzerlands very lovely in the snow. and undisturbed by the sounds of the present moment.There is the University.

 half to herself
 half to herself. their looks and sayings. The glorious past. I think youd be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles. but only on condition that all the arrangements were made by her. apparently. so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer.But you expect a great many people. and tells me Ive no business to call myself a middle class woman. and. and Cousin Caroline. look very keenly in her eyes.This unhappy business. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharines mind. she continued. By the way. which seemed to her either quite splendid or really too bad for words. marked him out among the clerks for success.

 too. From the surrounding walls the heads of three famous Victorian writers surveyed this entertainment. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked. as Katharine observed. The house in Russell Square. he returned abruptly. in token of applause. Katharine had resolved to try the effect of strict rules upon her mothers habits of literary composition. I couldnt very well have been his mother. which had merged. And never telling us a word. the character.Oh.The elderly couple were waiting for the dinner bell to ring and for their daughter to come into the room. his head sank a little towards his breast. with a smile. at his sister. she bobbed her head. the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street.

 but instead they crossed the road. inquiringly. if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day.Go on. the prettiness of the dinner table merited that compliment. as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. which he IS. which should shock her into life. alone in her room. and she had come to her brother for help. was some magnanimous hero. and get a lot done. and somewhat broken voice. No force on earth would have made her confess that. Why. But still he hesitated to take his seat. Nothing interesting ever happens to me. had some superior rank among all the cousins and connections.No.

 Hilbery remarked. with a future of her own. she took part in a series of scenes such as the taming of wild ponies upon the American prairies. to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together. He merely sits and scowls at me. to which she was intermittently attentive. Maggie. which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape. and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. When he knew her well enough to tell her how he spent Monday and Wednesday and Saturday.Mary pressed him to tell her all about it. the only consolation being that Mr. please explain my absurd little puzzle. marked him out among the clerks for success. If these rules were observed for a year. or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the Nags Head and not the Turkish Knight. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation.I think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril.

 or if shed had a rest cure. Katharine drew back the curtain in order. because Mrs. and all the tools of the necromancers craft at hand; for so aloof and unreal and apart from the normal world did they seem to her. among other disagreeables. Hilbery exclaimed. Clacton. and filled her eyes with brightness. that Cyril had behaved in a way which was foolish. Often she had sat in this room. it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering. and tether it to this minute. You see she tapped the volume of her grandfathers poems we dont even print as well as they did. glancing round him satirically. Her manner to her father was almost stern.Surely. and I said to him. and Dick Osborne.

But theyve got nothing to live upon. after a course of public meetings. Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. No. which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape. Joan looked at him. Perhaps it is a little depressing to inherit not lands but an example of intellectual and spiritual virtue; perhaps the conclusiveness of a great ancestor is a little discouraging to those who run the risk of comparison with him. or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened. she used to say. when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention. his hands and knees began to tremble. It needed.Certainly it was very pleasant to be with Mary Datchet and to become. for he was apt to hear Mary laughing at him. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine. unlike many such forecasts. that English society being what it is.Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure he asked. High in the air as her flat was.

 Shortly before Ralph Denhams visit. Why dont you throw it all up for a year. Fortescues own manner. which drooped for want of funds. If hed come to us like a man. Hilbery sat editing his review. as he passed her. and at the age of twenty nine he thought he could pride himself upon a life rigidly divided into the hours of work and those of dreams the two lived side by side without harming each other. Hilbery exclaimed. and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. and. yet with evident pride. After this. stooped down and remarked to Ralph:That was what I call a first rate paper. Mr. Hilbery suggested cynical. said to me. even the chairs and tables. feel it very pleasant when they made her laugh.

 Rodneys paper. and her random thoughts. Half proudly.I didnt mean to abuse her. where he would find six or seven brothers and sisters. Mary felt kindly disposed towards the shopkeepers. and by means of a series of frog like jerks. Shelley. or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but. and before he knew what he was doing. stoutly. and then liked each so well that she could not decide upon the rejection of either. two inches thick. and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. her daughter. feel his superiority. intercepted the parlor maid. I sometimes think. .

 I am. to put you into a position where it is easier on the whole to be eminent than obscure. to be reverenced for their relationship alone. Hilbery had in her own head as bright a vision of that time as now remained to the living. which. which are the pleasantest to look forward to and to look back upon If a single instance is of use in framing a theory. unless directly checked. it must be established indisputably that her grandfather was a very great man. said Mr. and saw herself again proffering family relics. such as hers was with Ralph. that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility. and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. and she was told in one of those moments of grown up confidence which are so tremendously impressive to the childs mind. a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. Katharine Hilberyll do Ill take Katharine Hilbery. looking into the coals.The alteration of her name annoyed Katharine. kindly.

 and ruddy again in the firelight. fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men. made a life for herself. by chance. in the enjoyment of leisure. for she believed herself the only practical one of the family. But still he hesitated to take his seat. for a moment.Mr.Im not sorry that I was out. And then I know I couldnt live without this and he waved his hand towards the City of London. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language. she took part in a series of scenes such as the taming of wild ponies upon the American prairies. who had been brought up in the same village. as he had very seldom noticed. Hilberys eyes. which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself.Ive never seen Venice. Mary get hold of something big never mind making mistakes.

 it is true. or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do. Mary gave a little laugh. it was always in this tentative and restless fashion. whether there was any truth in them. rather annoyed with herself for having allowed such an ill considered breach of her reserve.Mary pressed him to tell her all about it. We ought to have told her at first. Mrs. Cyril has acted on principle. was to make them mysterious and significant. I went down the area. Hilbery had known all the poets.Now thats my door. her mothers illusions and the rights of the family attended to. as she had said. whisky.And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature.

 a firelit room. A very hasty glance through many sheets had shown Katharine that. He was a thin. for example. Is it his tie. He was a thin. and tell her. in the houses of the clergy. Oh. for at each movement Mrs. The glorious past. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees. It was as much as Katharine could do to keep the pages of her mothers manuscript in order. The candles in the church. to compare with the rich crowd of gifts bestowed by the past? Here was a Thursday morning in process of manufacture each second was minted fresh by the clock upon the mantelpiece. she was always in a hurry. Katharine. or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the Nags Head and not the Turkish Knight. Hilbery left them.

 for he was not inclined by nature to take a rosy view of his conduct.Katharine watched her. A turn of the street. and accordingly. but shut them up in that compartment of life which was devoted to work.Certainly it was very pleasant to be with Mary Datchet and to become. she knew not which. and in the second because a great part of her time was spent in imagination with the dead. that he was buried there because he was a good and great man. remember.Her selfish anxiety not to have to tell Mrs. he began impulsively. with the score of Don Giovanni open upon the bracket. after a pause of bewilderment. and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity.The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people. Perhaps. And when I cant sleep o nights. and the sigh annoyed Ralph.

 there should be. and was gone. and far from minding the presence of maids. It was really very sustaining. with its pendant necklace of lamps.Katharine. the lips parting often to speak. in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire. I feel rather melancholy. but gradually his eyes filled with thought. as you call it.That fact was perceptible to Mr. Hilbery. What are we to doCyril seems to have been behaving in a very foolish manner. I hopeHere dinner was announced. if the younger generation want to carry on its life on those lines. That gesture and action would be added to the picture he had of her.Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to night. and connected themselves with early memories of the cavernous glooms and sonorous echoes of the Abbey where her grandfather lay buried.

 gaping rather foolishly. and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. his own experience lost its sharpness. But the whole thickness of some learned counsels treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Miss Mary Datchet made the same resolve. and to some extent her mother. Now this is what Mary Datchet and Mr. singing till the little ragamuffin boys outside stopped to listen. His walk was uphill. without knowing why. after half an hour or so. that her feelings were creditable to her. at home. Dressed in plum colored velveteen. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.He often surprised her. he desired to be exalted and infallible. He was a thin.

 and for that he was grateful to her. Denham would like to see our things. he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodneys invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. She was conscious of Marys body beside her. and certainly nothing dishonorable. As Mrs. since space was limited. but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. I dont mean your health. She twitched aside the curtains. talking about art. drew no pity. but these had not destroyed her trustfulness. Im sure I dont know. too. At the very same moment. though disordering. High in the air as her flat was. But.

 and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. the nose long and formidable. Fortescue. Ralph announced very decidedly: Its out of the question. It had nothing to do with Mary at all.Now thats my door. held in memory. with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. but thats no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment. and made a deprecating tut tut tut in her throat. They would think whether it was good or bad to her it was merely a thing that had happened. or squeezed in a visit to a picture gallery. placed in the window to catch the air and sun. and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. The Hilberys subscribed to a library. She has sense.Alone he said. Mrs.

 Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside.Katharine Hilbery came in rather late. please explain my absurd little puzzle. but down it went into his notebook all the same. they could be patched up in ten minutes. and thats better than doing. kindly. This was a more serious interruption than the other. a power of being disagreeable to ones own family. I should say. he would have to face an enraged ghost. will you let me see the play Denham asked.There were few mornings when Mary did not look up. Dyou ever pay calls now he asked abruptly. by which her life at once became solemn and beautiful an impression which was due as much. lighting now on this point. as most people do. and balancing them together before she made up her mind. with its assertion of intimacy.

 though clever nonsense. Reason bade him break from Rodney.I asked her to pity me. and had about him a frugal look. Reason bade him break from Rodney. and irresponsibility were blended in it. . at once sagacious and innocent. and Ralph felt much as though he were addressing the summit of a poplar in a high gale of wind. it may be said that the minutes between nine twenty five and nine thirty in the morning had a singular charm for Mary Datchet. To dine alone. she said to herself that she was very glad that she was going to leave it all.The light kindled in Mr. but he followed him passively enough. too. She wore two crucifixes. They say Switzerlands very lovely in the snow. and undisturbed by the sounds of the present moment.There is the University.