CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October , and in common with
many other young ladies of
her 1
class 0
,
Katharine Hilbery 1
was pouring out tea .
Perhaps a fifth part of
her 1
mind was thus occupied , and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment , and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight .
But although
she 1
was silent ,
she 1
was evidently
mistress 61
of a situation which was familiar enough to
her 1
, and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time , perhaps , without bringing into play any of
her 1
unoccupied faculties .
A single glance was enough to show that
Mrs. Hilbery 2
was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of
elderly distinguished people 3
successful , that
she 2
scarcely needed any help from
her 2
daughter 1
, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter was discharged for
her 2
.
Considering that
the little party 4
had been seated round the tea-table for less than twenty minutes , the animation observable on
their 4
faces , and the amount of sound
they 4
were producing collectively , were very creditable to
the hostess 2
.
It suddenly came into
Katharine 1
’s mind that if
some one 5
opened the door at this moment
he 5
would think that
they 4
were enjoying
themselves 4
;
he 5
would think , “ What
an extremely nice house 6
to come into ! ”
and instinctively
she 1
laughed , and said something to increase the noise , for the credit of
the house 6
presumably , since
she 1
herself 1
had not been feeling exhilarated .
At the very same moment , rather to
her 1
amusement , the door was flung open , and
a young man 7
entered
the room 8
.
Katharine 1
, as
she 1
shook hands with
him 7
, asked
him 7
, in
her 1
own mind , “ Now , do
you 7
think
we 4
’re enjoying
ourselves 4
enormously ? ”
... “
Mr. Denham 7
,
mother 2
, ”
she 1
said aloud , for
she 1
saw that
her 1
mother 2
had forgotten
his 7
name .
That fact was perceptible to
Mr. Denham 7
also , and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of
a stranger 9
into
a room full of
people much at
their 11
ease , and all launched upon sentences 11
10
.
At the same time , it seemed to
Mr. Denham 7
as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between
him 7
and
the street outside 12
.
A fine mist , the etherealized essence of the fog , hung visibly in
the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room 13
, all silver where the candles were grouped on
the tea-table 14
, and ruddy again in the firelight .
With the omnibuses and cabs still running in
his 7
head , and
his 7
body still tingling with
his 7
quick walk along
the streets 15
and in and out of traffic and
foot-passengers 16
,
this drawing-room 8
seemed very remote and still ; and the faces of
the elderly people 17
were mellowed , at some distance from each other , and had a bloom on
them 17
owing to the fact that the air in
the drawing-room 8
was thickened by blue grains of mist .
Mr. Denham 7
had come in as
Mr. Fortescue 18
,
the eminent novelist 60
, reached the middle of a very long sentence .
He 18
kept this suspended while
the newcomer 7
sat down , and
Mrs. Hilbery 2
deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards
him 7
and remarking : “ Now , what would
you 7
do if
you 7
were married to
an engineer 19
, and had to live in
Manchester 20
,
Mr. Denham 7
? ”
“ Surely
she 21
could learn Persian , ” broke in
a thin , elderly gentleman 22
.
“ Is there
no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in
Manchester 20
with whom
she 21
could read Persian 59
? ”
A cousin of ours 21
has married and gone to live in
Manchester 20
, ”
Katharine 1
explained .
Mr. Denham 7
muttered something , which was indeed all that was required of
him 7
, and
the novelist 18
went on where
he 18
had left off .
Privately ,
Mr. Denham 7
cursed
himself 7
very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of
the street 12
for
this sophisticated drawing-room 8
, where , among
other disagreeables 4
,
he 7
certainly would not appear at
his 7
best .
He 7
glanced round
him 7
, and saw that , save for
Katharine 1
,
they 17
were all over forty , the only consolation being that
Mr. Fortescue 18
was
a considerable celebrity 62
, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met
him 18
.
“ Have
you 1
ever been to
Manchester 20
? ”
he 7
asked
Katharine 1
.
“ Never , ”
she 1
replied .
“ Why do
you 7
object to it , then ? ”
Katharine 1
stirred
her 1
tea , and seemed to speculate , so
Denham 7
thought , upon the duty of filling
somebody else 23
’s cup , but
she 1
was really wondering how
she 1
was going to keep
this strange young man 7
in harmony with
the rest 17
.
She 1
observed that
he 7
was compressing
his 7
teacup , so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards .
She 1
could see that
he 7
was nervous ; one would expect
a bony young man 7
with
his 7
face slightly reddened by the wind , and
his 7
hair not altogether smooth , to be nervous in such a party .
Further ,
he 7
probably disliked this kind of thing , and had come out of curiosity , or because
her 1
father 24
had invited
him 7
-- anyhow ,
he 7
would not be easily combined with
the rest 17
.
I 1
should think there would be
no one 25
to talk to in
Manchester 20
, ”
she 1
replied at random .
Mr. Fortescue 18
had been observing
her 1
for a moment or two , as
novelists 26
are inclined to observe , and at this remark
he 18
smiled , and made it the text for a little further speculation .
“ In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration ,
Katharine 1
decidedly hits the mark , ”
he 18
said , and lying back in
his 18
chair , with
his 18
opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling , and the tips of
his 18
fingers pressed together ,
he 18
depicted , first the horrors of
the streets of
Manchester 20
27
, and then
the bare , immense moors 28
on
the outskirts of
the town 20
29
, and then
the scrubby little house 30
in which
the girl 21
would live , and then
the professors 31
and
the miserable young students 32
devoted to the more strenuous works of
our 34
younger dramatists , who would visit
her 21
33
, and how
her 21
appearance would change by degrees , and how
she 21
would fly to
London 35
, and how
Katharine 1
would have to lead
her 21
about , as one leads an eager dog on a chain , past rows of
clamorous butchers ’ shops 36
, poor
dear creature 21
.
“ Oh ,
Mr. Fortescue 18
, ” exclaimed
Mrs. Hilbery 2
, as
he 18
finished , “
I 2
had just written to say how
I 2
envied
her 21
!
I 2
was thinking of
the big gardens 37
and
the dear old ladies in mittens , who read nothing but the “ Spectator , ” and snuff the candles 38
.
Have
they 38
ALL disappeared ?
I 2
told
her 21
she 21
would find the nice things of
London 35
without
the horrid streets that depress one so 15
. ”
“ There is
the University 39
, ” said
the thin gentleman , who had previously insisted upon the existence of
people knowing Persian 40
22
.
I 1
know there are
moors 28
there 20
, because
I 1
read about
them 28
in a book the other day , ” said
Katharine 1
.
I 24
am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of
my 24
family 41
, ”
Mr. Hilbery 24
remarked .
He 24
was
an elderly man 63
, with a pair of oval , hazel eyes which were rather bright for
his 24
time of life , and relieved the heaviness of
his 24
face .
He 24
played constantly with a little green stone attached to
his 24
watch-chain , thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers , and had a habit of moving
his 24
head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of
his 24
large and rather corpulent body , so that
he 24
seemed to be providing
himself 24
incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy .
One might suppose that
he 24
had passed the time of life when
his 24
ambitions were personal , or that
he 24
had gratified them as far as
he 24
was likely to do , and now employed
his 24
considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result .
Katharine 1
, so
Denham 7
decided , while
Mr. Fortescue 18
built up another rounded structure of words , had a likeness to each of
her 1
parents 42
, but these elements were rather oddly blended .
She 1
had the quick , impulsive movements of
her 1
mother 2
, the lips parting often to speak , and closing again ; and the dark oval eyes of
her 1
father 24
brimming with light upon a basis of sadness , or , since
she 1
was too young to have acquired a sorrowful point of view , one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control .
Judging by
her 1
hair ,
her 1
coloring , and the shape of
her 1
features ,
she 1
was striking , if not actually beautiful .
Decision and composure stamped
her 1
, a combination of qualities that produced a very marked character , and one that was not calculated to put
a young man , who scarcely knew
her 1
7
, at
his 7
ease .
For the rest ,
she 1
was tall ;
her 1
dress was of some quiet color , with old yellow-tinted lace for ornament , to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam .
Denham 7
noticed that , although silent ,
she 1
kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately
her 1
mother 2
appealed to
her 1
for help , and yet it was obvious to
him 7
that
she 1
attended only with the surface skin of
her 1
mind .
It struck
him 7
that
her 1
position at
the tea-table 14
, among all
these elderly people 17
, was not without its difficulties , and
he 7
checked
his 7
inclination to find
her 1
, or
her 1
attitude , generally antipathetic to
him 7
.
The talk had passed over
Manchester 20
, after dealing with it very generously .
“ Would it be the Battle of
Trafalgar 43
or the Spanish Armada ,
Katharine 1
? ”
her 1
mother 2
demanded .
Trafalgar 43
,
mother 2
. ”
Trafalgar 43
, of course !
How stupid of
me 2
!
Another cup of tea , with a thin slice of lemon in it , and then ,
dear Mr. Fortescue 18
, please explain
my 2
absurd little puzzle .
One ca n’t help believing
gentlemen with Roman noses 44
, even if one meets
them 44
in
omnibuses 45
. ”
Mr. Hilbery 24
here interposed so far as
Denham 7
was concerned , and talked a great deal of sense about
the solicitors 46
’ profession , and the changes which
he 24
had seen in
his 24
lifetime .
Indeed ,
Denham 7
properly fell to
his 24
lot , owing to the fact that an article by
Denham 7
upon some legal matter , published by
Mr. Hilbery 2
in
his 24
Review , had brought
them 47
acquainted .
But when a moment later
Mrs. Sutton Bailey 48
was announced ,
he 24
turned to
her 48
, and
Mr. Denham 7
found
himself 7
sitting silent , rejecting possible things to say , beside
Katharine 1
, who was silent too .
Being much about the same age and both under thirty ,
they 49
were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters .
They 49
were further silenced by
Katharine 1
’s rather malicious determination not to help
this young man 7
, in whose upright and resolute bearing
she 1
detected something hostile to
her 1
surroundings , by any of the usual feminine amenities .
They 49
therefore sat silent ,
Denham 7
controlling
his 7
desire to say something abrupt and explosive , which should shock
her 1
into life .
But
Mrs. Hilbery 2
was immediately sensitive to any silence in
the drawing-room 8
, as of a dumb note in a sonorous scale , and leaning across the table
she 2
observed , in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave
her 2
phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from
one sunny spot 50
to another , “ D’you know ,
Mr. Denham 7
,
you 7
remind
me 2
so much of
dear Mr. Ruskin 51
... .
Is it
his 7
tie ,
Katharine 1
, or
his 7
hair , or the way
he 7
sits in
his 7
chair ?
Do tell
me 2
,
Mr. Denham 7
, are
you 7
an admirer of
Ruskin 51
52
?
Some one 53
, the other day , said to
me 2
, ‘ Oh , no ,
we 54
do n’t read
Ruskin 51
,
Mrs. Hilbery 2
. ’
What DO
you 53
read ,
I 2
wonder ?
-- for
you 55
ca n’t spend all
your 56
time going up in
aeroplanes 57
and burrowing into
the bowels of the earth 58
. ”