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 , 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 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 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 , ” 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 , but these elements were rather oddly blended .
She 1
had the quick , impulsive movements of , the lips parting often to speak , and closing again ; and the dark oval eyes of 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 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
? ”
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
. ”