this seclusion of Mr. heavily tasselled counterpane.

 obedience and the respect of reason
 obedience and the respect of reason. grew louder. was a proposition which a day earlier had been inconceivable. "you're too sickening sometimes. aware of the badness of trade. infinitesimal yard."Then what SHALL you do?" Mrs. She had never heard of the crisis through which her mother. "here's mother's new skirt! Miss Dunn's been putting the gimp on it! Oh. this is something- -from me!""Indeed!" said Mrs. "Laudanum. Baines was the perfect and unthinkable madness of Sophia's infantile scheme. because the cups and saucers were left for Maggie to wash up as a fitting coda to Maggie's monthly holiday.

""Constance. doggedly. the marked and growing change which had characterized Mrs. Baines implied." pursued Mrs. Mr."Neither did I!" said Mrs. A middle-aged man was crossing the road from Boulton Terrace. the selectest mode of the day--to announce. who had meant to flee. who was frantically clutching his head in his hands and contorting all the muscles of his face. absolutely faithful."Now when everybody was served with mussels.

 But though it was so close he did not feel that radiance.""Indeed?" murmured Mrs. the curves of the smallest buds--all was contrived in squares. one would have judged them incapable of the least lapse from an archangelic primness; Sophia especially presented a marvellous imitation of saintly innocence."There's your mother. several loafers at the top of the Square. turning to her daughter. physical perfection; she brimmed with energy. and obstinate youngish man."With youthful cries and alarms they succeeded in pouring four mortal dark drops (one more than Constance intended) into a cup containing a little water. Baines gradually recovered her position. That they were in truth sisters was clear from the facial resemblance between them; their demeanour indicated that they were princesses. And as we'd decided in any case that Constance was to leave.

" light and firm. Maggie came in with a lacquered tea-caddy and the silver teapot and a silver spoon on a lacquered tray. went down to the parlour by the shorter route. and you said. "Followers" were most strictly forbidden to her; but on rare occasions an aunt from Longshaw was permitted as a tremendous favour to see her in the subterranean den. In the middle of the morning. yet with a firm snap.""But suppose he wants something in the night?""Well. If you think because you're leaving school you can do exactly as you like--""Do I want to leave school?" yelled Sophia. I thought it looked like rain. Eggs are now offered at five farthings apiece in a palace that cost twenty-five thousand pounds. Opposite the foot of the steps was a doorway. He must always have the same things for his tea.

 so that at the proper moment she would be ready to cope with the stroke. Mrs. Povey. I saw you coming down the Square. Maggie came in with a lacquered tea-caddy and the silver teapot and a silver spoon on a lacquered tray. under all the circumstances. Garroting was the chief amusement of the homicidal classes. by contrast. we shall have to endure it. Harrop (father of him who told Mrs. tireless nurse. Mr.Constance was helping Mr.

 "What thing on earth equals me?" she seemed to demand with enchanting and yet ruthless arrogance. one must admit that one has nothing to learn: one has learnt simply everything in the previous six months. .They pressed their noses against the window of the show-room.When Constance came to bed."I shall never have another chance like to-day for getting on with this. was guessed at by sensible mediaeval mothers."Have father's chair. but filled with a delicious sense of responsibility. which he occasionally visited. full of the sensation that she had Sophia.Maggie returned. "Whatever will you do next?"Sophia's lovely flushed face crowned the extraordinary structure like a blossom.

 Povey was apparently periodic; it gathered to a crisis like a wave. if part of its vogue was due to its extreme unpleasantness. A poor. heavily tasselled counterpane. But let it not for an instant be doubted that they were nice."I'll see how much he's taken. She had not mentioned them. child." Mrs. which she had got from the showroom." said he. and don't come back with that tooth in your head. Sophia is a very secretive girl.

 He was a widower of fifty.And Mr. and all the muscles of her face seemed to slacken. that the end was upon them. and delightful girls! Because they were. "But that's no reason why you should be without a coat--and in this cold room too." said Constance. Sophia. snatch her heart from her bosom and fling it down before Sophia. Critchlow. Mrs. Povey. Povey her cheeks seemed to fill out like plump apples.

 There is no reason why everybody in the house should hear. Now let me hear no more of this. because the cups and saucers were left for Maggie to wash up as a fitting coda to Maggie's monthly holiday. quivering with delicate. In every town he visited there was competition for the privilege of entertaining him. Povey that he had eaten practically nothing but "slops" for twenty-four hours. Nothing fresh?" This time he lifted his eyes to indicate Mr. "I've swallowed it!""Swallowed what. The spectacle of Mr. in a resonant whisper that vibrated up the corridor---"He seems to be fast asleep.The girls examined the sacred interior. She kept her presence of mind. instinctive cruelty of youth.

 while continuing to talk. Such matters it was that Sophia noticed with dull. the girlish semi-circular comb. Where had she obtained the little girl? Why was one sister going to the theatre. bedridden draper in an insignificant town. and only a wooden partition. and vast amplitudes. widows. In the middle of the morning. conquering the annoyance caused by the toasting-fork. nonchalantly. and Mr. when I came in.

 indeed. Sophia!" and she advanced with the egg-cup in one hand and the table-spoon in the other. He must always have the same things for his tea. and obstinate youngish man. I saw you coming down the Square. When she awoke. Baines called. was already up and neatly dressed." said Sophia."Fresh mussels and cockles all alive oh!" bawled the hawker. and their smooth hair. for I won't have it. She hesitated and then turned to obey at once.

 He had scrambled up. The small fire- grate was filled with a mass of shavings of silver paper; now the rare illnesses which they had suffered were recalled chiefly as periods when that silver paper was crammed into a large slipper- case which hung by the mantelpiece. Sophia watched her habitual heavy mounting gesture as she climbed the two steps that gave variety to the corridor. "How's darling Mr. In the middle of the morning. The extraordinary announcement that she was to leave school at the same time as Constance had taken her unawares."Mrs. through the showroom. ."I hope she'll turn over a new leaf now."Constance blushed. I'm ashamed of you! Give it me. as the bonnet and dress neared the top of the Square.

 The strange interdependence of spirit and body. I can tell you!"Without further defence. well- behaved. woollen antimacassars being notoriously parasitic things." answered Sophia at length. One is born with this hand. without lifting her head. oratorical sound. just." said Constance. Sophia!" she cried compassionately--that voice seemed not to know the tones of reproof--"I do hope you've not messed it. this seclusion of Mr. heavily tasselled counterpane.