“Wehavetohavefaithinourvision，“Mrs。Hilberyresumed，glancingatthefigures，whichdistressedhervaguely，andhadsomeconnectioninhermindwiththehouseholdaccounts，“otherwise，asyousay——“Shecastalightningglanceintothedepthsofdisillusionmentwhichwere，perhaps，notaltogetherunknowntoher。
“Believeme，Katharine，it\'sthesameforeveryone——forme，too——foryourfather，“shesaidearnestly，andsighed。Theylookedtogetherintotheabyssand，astheelderofthetwo，sherecoveredherselffirstandasked:
“ButwhereisRalph？Whyisn\'theheretoseeme？“
Katharine\'sexpressionchangedinstantly。
“Becausehe\'snotallowedtocomehere，“sherepliedbitterly。
Mrs。Hilberybrushedthisaside。
“Wouldtherebetimetosendforhimbeforeluncheon？“sheasked。
Katharinelookedatherasif，indeed，sheweresomemagician。Oncemoreshefeltthatinsteadofbeingagrownwoman，usedtoadviseandcommand，shewasonlyafootortworaisedabovethelonggrassandthelittleflowersandentirelydependentuponthefigureofindefinitesizewhoseheadwentupintothesky，whosehandwasinhers，forguidance。
“I\'mnothappywithouthim，“shesaidsimply。
Mrs。Hilberynoddedherheadinamannerwhichindicatedcompleteunderstanding，andtheimmediateconceptionofcertainplansforthefuture。Shesweptupherflowers，breathedintheirsweetness，and，hummingalittlesongaboutamiller\'sdaughter，lefttheroom。
ThecaseuponwhichRalphDenhamwasengagedthatafternoonwasnotapparentlyreceivinghisfullattention，andyettheaffairsofthelateJohnLeakeofDublinweresufficientlyconfusedtoneedallthecarethatasolicitorcouldbestowuponthem，ifthewidowLeakeandthefiveLeakechildrenoftenderageweretoreceiveanypittanceatall。ButtheappealtoRalph\'shumanityhadlittlechanceofbeingheardto-day；hewasnolongeramodelofconcentration。Thepartitionsocarefullyerectedbetweenthedifferentsectionsofhislifehadbeenbrokendown，withtheresultthatthoughhiseyeswerefixeduponthelastWillandTestament，hesawthroughthepageacertaindrawing-roominCheyneWalk。
Hetriedeverydevicethathadprovedeffectiveinthepastforkeepingupthepartitionsofthemind，untilhecoulddecentlygohome；butalittletohisalarmhefoundhimselfassailedsopersistently，asiffromoutside，byKatharine，thathelaunchedforthdesperatelyintoanimaginaryinterviewwithher。Sheobliteratedabookcasefulloflawreports，andthecornersandlinesoftheroomunderwentacurioussofteningofoutlinelikethatwhichsometimesmakesaroomunfamiliaratthemomentofwakingfromsleep。Bydegrees，apulseorstressbegantobeatatregularintervalsinhismind，heapinghisthoughtsintowavestowhichwordsfittedthemselves，andwithoutmuchconsciousnessofwhathewasdoing，hebegantowriteonasheetofdraftpaperwhathadtheappearanceofapoemlackingseveralwordsineachline。Notmanylineshadbeensetdown，however，beforehethrewawayhispenasviolentlyasifthatwereresponsibleforhismisdeeds，andtorethepaperintomanyseparatepieces。ThiswasasignthatKatharinehadassertedherselfandputtohimaremarkthatcouldnotbemetpoetically。Herremarkwasentirelydestructiveofpoetry，sinceitwastotheeffectthatpoetryhadnothingwhatevertodowithher；allherfriendsspenttheirlivesinmakingupphrases，shesaid；allhisfeelingwasanillusion，andnextmoment，asiftotaunthimwithhisimpotence，shehadsunkintooneofthosedreamystateswhichtooknoaccountwhateverofhisexistence。RalphwasrousedbyhispassionateattemptstoattractherattentiontothefactthathewasstandinginthemiddleofhislittleprivateroominLincoln\'sInnFieldsataconsiderabledistancefromChelsea。Thephysicaldistanceincreasedhisdesperation。Hebeganpacingincirclesuntiltheprocesssickenedhim，andthentookasheetofpaperforthecompositionofaletterwhich，hevowedbeforehebeganit，shouldbesentthatsameevening。
Itwasadifficultmattertoputintowords；poetrywouldhavedoneitbetterjustice，buthemustabstainfrompoetry。Inaninfinitenumberofhalf-obliteratedscratcheshetriedtoconveytoherthepossibilitythatalthoughhumanbeingsarewoefullyill-adaptedforcommunication，still，suchcommunionisthebestweknow；moreover，theymakeitpossibleforeachtohaveaccesstoanotherworldindependentofpersonalaffairs，aworldoflaw，ofphilosophy，ormorestrangelyaworldsuchashehadhadaglimpseoftheothereveningwhentogethertheyseemedtobesharingsomething，creatingsomething，anideal——avisionflungoutinadvanceofouractualcircumstances。Ifthisgoldenrimwerequenched，iflifewerenolongercircledbyanillusionbutwasitanillusionafterall？，thenitwouldbetoodismalanaffairtocarrytoanend；sohewrotewithasuddenspurtofconvictionwhichmadeclearwayforaspaceandleftatleastonesentencestandingwhole。Makingeveryallowanceforotherdesires，onthewholethisconclusionappearedtohimtojustifytheirrelationship。Buttheconclusionwasmystical；itplungedhimintothought。Thedifficultywithwhicheventhisamountwaswritten，theinadequacyofthewords，andtheneedofwritingunderthemandoverthemotherswhich，afterall，didnobetter，ledhimtoleaveoffbeforehewasatailsatisfiedwithhisproduction，andunabletoresisttheconvictionthatsuchramblingwouldneverbefitforKatharine\'seye。Hefelthimselfmorecutofffromherthanever。Inidleness，andbecausehecoulddonothingfurtherwithwords，hebegantodrawlittlefiguresintheblankspaces，headsmeanttoresembleherhead，blotsfringedwithflamesmeanttorepresent——perhapstheentireuniverse。Fromthisoccupationhewasrousedbythemessagethataladywishedtospeaktohim。Hehadscarcelytimetorunhishandsthroughhishairinordertolookasmuchlikeasolicitoraspossible，andtocramhispapersintohispocket，alreadyovercomewithshamethatanothereyeshouldbeholdthem，whenherealizedthathispreparationswereneedless。TheladywasMrs。Hilbery。
“Ihopeyou\'renotdisposingofsomebody\'sfortuneinahurry，“sheremarked，gazingatthedocumentsonhistable，“orcuttingoffanentailatoneblow，becauseIwanttoaskyoutodomeafavor。AndAndersonwon\'tkeephishorsewaiting。Andersonisaperfecttyrant，buthedrovemydearfathertotheAbbeythedaytheyburiedhim。I
madeboldtocometoyou，Mr。Denham，notexactlyinsearchoflegalassistancethoughIdon\'tknowwhoI\'drathercometo，ifIwereintrouble，butinordertoaskyourhelpinsettlingsometiresomelittledomesticaffairsthathaveariseninmyabsence。I\'vebeentoStratford-on-AvonImusttellyouallaboutthatoneofthesedays，andthereIgotaletterfrommysister-in-law，adearkindgoosewholikesinterferingwithotherpeople\'schildrenbecauseshe\'sgotnoneofherown。We\'redreadfullyafraidthatshe\'sgoingtolosethesightofoneofhereyes，andIalwaysfeelthatourphysicalailmentsaresoapttoturnintomentalailments。IthinkMatthewArnoldsayssomethingofthesamekindaboutLordByron。Butthat\'sneitherherenorthere。“
Theeffectoftheseparentheses，whethertheywereintroducedforthatpurposeorrepresentedanaturalinstinctonMrs。Hilbery\'sparttoembellishthebarenessofherdiscourse，gaveRalphtimetoperceivethatshepossessedallthefactsoftheirsituationandwascome，somehow，inthecapacityofambassador。
“Ididn\'tcomeheretotalkaboutLordByron，“Mrs。Hilberycontinued，withalittlelaugh，“thoughIknowthatbothyouandKatharine，unlikeotheryoungpeopleofyourgeneration，stillfindhimworthreading。“Shepaused。“I\'msogladyou\'vemadeKatharinereadpoetry，Mr。Denham！“sheexclaimed，“andfeelpoetry，andlookpoetry！Shecan\'ttalkityet，butshewill——oh，shewill！“
Ralph，whosehandwasgraspedandwhosetonguealmostrefusedtoarticulate，somehowcontrivedtosaythatthereweremomentswhenhefelthopeless，utterlyhopeless，thoughhegavenoreasonforthisstatementonhispart。
“Butyoucareforher？“Mrs。Hilberyinquired。
“GoodGod！“heexclaimed，withavehemencewhichadmittedofnoquestion。
“It\'stheChurchofEnglandserviceyoubothobjectto？“Mrs。Hilberyinquiredinnocently。
“Idon\'tcareadamnwhatserviceitis，“Ralphreplied。
“YouwouldmarryherinWestminsterAbbeyiftheworstcametotheworst？“Mrs。Hilberyinquired。
“IwouldmarryherinSt。Paul\'sCathedral，“Ralphreplied。Hisdoubtsuponthispoint，whichwerealwaysrousedbyKatharine\'spresence，hadvanishedcompletely，andhisstrongestwishintheworldwastobewithherimmediately，sinceeverysecondhewasawayfromherheimaginedherslippingfartherandfartherfromhimintooneofthosestatesofmindinwhichhewasunrepresented。Hewishedtodominateher，topossessher。
“ThankGod！“exclaimedMrs。Hilbery。ShethankedHimforavarietyofblessings:fortheconvictionwithwhichtheyoungmanspoke；andnotleastfortheprospectthatonherdaughter\'swedding-daythenoblecadences，thestatelyperiods，theancienteloquenceofthemarriageservicewouldresoundovertheheadsofadistinguishedcongregationgatheredtogetherneartheveryspotwhereherfatherlayquiescentwiththeotherpoetsofEngland。Thetearsfilledhereyes；butsherememberedsimultaneouslythathercarriagewaswaiting，andwithdimeyesshewalkedtothedoor。Denhamfollowedherdownstairs。
Itwasastrangedrive。ForDenhamitwaswithoutexceptionthemostunpleasanthehadevertaken。HisonlywishwastogoasstraightlyandquicklyaspossibletoCheyneWalk；butitsoonappearedthatMrs。
Hilberyeitherignoredorthoughtfittobafflethisdesirebyinterposingvariouserrandsofherown。Shestoppedthecarriageatpost-offices，andcoffee-shops，andshopsofinscrutabledignitywheretheagedattendantshadtobegreetedasoldfriends；and，catchingsightofthedomeofSt。Paul\'sabovetheirregularspiresofLudgateHill，shepulledthecordimpulsively，andgavedirectionsthatAndersonshoulddrivethemthere。ButAndersonhadreasonsofhisownfordiscouragingafternoonworship，andkepthishorse\'snoseobstinatelytowardsthewest。Aftersomeminutes，Mrs。Hilberyrealizedthesituation，andaccepteditgood-humoredly，apologizingtoRalphforhisdisappointment。
“Nevermind，“shesaid，“we\'llgotoSt。Paul\'sanotherday，anditmayturnout，thoughIcan\'tpromisethatitWILL，thathe\'lltakeuspastWestminsterAbbey，whichwouldbeevenbetter。“
Ralphwasscarcelyawareofwhatshewentontosay。Hermindandbodybothseemedtohavefloatedintoanotherregionofquick-sailingcloudsrapidlypassingacrosseachotherandenvelopingeverythinginavaporousindistinctness。Meanwhileheremainedconsciousofhisownconcentrateddesire，hisimpotencetobringaboutanythinghewished，andhisincreasingagonyofimpatience。
SuddenlyMrs。HilberypulledthecordwithsuchdecisionthatevenAndersonhadtolistentotheorderwhichsheleantoutofthewindowtogivehim。ThecarriagepulledupabruptlyinthemiddleofWhitehallbeforealargebuildingdedicatedtooneofourGovernmentoffices。InasecondMrs。Hilberywasmountingthesteps，andRalphwasleftintooacuteanirritationbythisfurtherdelayeventospeculatewhaterrandtookhernowtotheBoardofEducation。Hewasabouttojumpfromthecarriageandtakeacab，whenMrs。Hilberyreappearedtalkinggeniallytoafigurewhoremainedhiddenbehindher。
“There\'splentyofroomforusall，“shewassaying。“Plentyofroom。
WecouldfindspaceforFOURofyou，William，“sheadded，openingthedoor，andRalphfoundthatRodneyhadnowjoinedtheircompany。Thetwomenglancedateachother。Ifdistress，shame，discomfortinitsmostacuteformwereevervisibleuponahumanface，Ralphcouldreadthemallexpressedbeyondtheeloquenceofwordsuponthefaceofhisunfortunatecompanion。ButMrs。Hilberywaseithercompletelyunseeingordeterminedtoappearso。Shewentontalking；shetalked，itseemedtoboththeyoungmen，tosomeoneoutside，upintheair。ShetalkedaboutShakespeare，sheapostrophizedthehumanrace，sheproclaimedthevirtuesofdivinepoetry，shebegantoreciteverseswhichbrokedowninthemiddle。Thegreatadvantageofherdiscoursewasthatitwasself-supporting。ItnourisheditselfuntilCheyneWalkwasreacheduponhalfadozengruntsandmurmurs。
“Now，“shesaid，alightingbrisklyatherdoor，“hereweare！“
Therewassomethingairyandironicalinhervoiceandexpressionassheturneduponthedoorstepandlookedatthem，whichfilledbothRodneyandDenhamwiththesamemisgivingsathavingtrustedtheirfortunestosuchanambassador；andRodneyactuallyhesitateduponthethresholdandmurmuredtoDenham:
“Yougoin，Denham。I……“Hewasturningtail，butthedooropeningandthefamiliarlookofthehouseassertingitscharm，heboltedinonthewakeoftheothers，andthedoorshutuponhisescape。Mrs。
Hilberyledthewayupstairs。Shetookthemtothedrawing-room。Thefireburntasusual，thelittletableswerelaidwithchinaandsilver。Therewasnobodythere。
“Ah，“shesaid，“Katharine\'snothere。Shemustbeupstairsinherroom。Youhavesomethingtosaytoher，Iknow，Mr。Denham。Youcanfindyourway？“shevaguelyindicatedtheceilingwithagestureofherhand。Shehadbecomesuddenlyseriousandcomposed，mistressinherownhouse。ThegesturewithwhichshedismissedhimhadadignitythatRalphneverforgot。Sheseemedtomakehimfreewithawaveofherhandtoallthatshepossessed。Helefttheroom。
TheHilberys\'housewastall，possessingmanystoriesandpassageswithcloseddoors，all，oncehehadpassedthedrawing-roomfloor，unknowntoRalph。Hemountedashighashecouldandknockedatthefirstdoorhecameto。
“MayIcomein？“heasked。
Avoicefromwithinanswered“Yes。“
Hewasconsciousofalargewindow，fulloflight，ofabaretable，andofalonglooking-glass。Katharinehadrisen，andwasstandingwithsomewhitepapersinherhand，whichslowlyflutteredtothegroundasshesawhervisitor。Theexplanationwasashortone。Thesoundswereinarticulate；noonecouldhaveunderstoodthemeaningsavethemselves。Asiftheforcesoftheworldwereallatworktotearthemasundertheysat，claspinghands，nearenoughtobetakenevenbythemaliciouseyeofTimehimselfforaunitedcouple，anindivisibleunit。
“Don\'tmove，don\'tgo，“shebeggedofhim，whenhestoopedtogatherthepapersshehadletfall。Buthetooktheminhishandsand，givingherbyasuddenimpulsehisownunfinisheddissertation，withitsmysticalconclusion，theyreadeachother\'scompositionsinsilence。
Katharinereadhissheetstoanend；Ralphfollowedherfiguresasfarashismathematicswouldlethim。Theycametotheendoftheirtasksataboutthesamemoment，andsatforatimeinsilence。
“ThosewerethepapersyouleftontheseatatKew，“saidRalphatlength。“YoufoldedthemsoquicklythatIcouldn\'tseewhattheywere。“
Sheblushedverydeeply；butasshedidnotmoveorattempttohideherfaceshehadtheappearanceofsomeonedisarmedofalldefences，orRalphlikenedhertoawildbirdjustsettlingwithwingstremblingtofoldthemselveswithinreachofhishand。Themomentofexposurehadbeenexquisitelypainful——thelightshedstartlinglyvivid。Shehadnowtogetusedtothefactthatsomeonesharedherloneliness。
Thebewildermentwashalfshameandhalfthepreludetoprofoundrejoicing。Norwassheunconsciousthatonthesurfacethewholethingmustappearoftheutmostabsurdity。ShelookedtoseewhetherRalphsmiled，butfoundhisgazefixedonherwithsuchgravitythatsheturnedtothebeliefthatshehadcommittednosacrilegebutenrichedherself，perhapsimmeasurably，perhapseternally。Shehardlydaredsteepherselfintheinfinitebliss。Buthisglanceseemedtoaskforsomeassuranceuponanotherpointofvitalinteresttohim。Itbeseechedhermutelytotellhimwhetherwhatshehadreaduponhisconfusedsheethadanymeaningortruthtoher。Shebentherheadoncemoretothepaperssheheld。
“Ilikeyourlittledotwiththeflamesroundit，“shesaidmeditatively。
Ralphnearlytorethepagefromherhandinshameanddespairwhenhesawheractuallycontemplatingtheidioticsymbolofhismostconfusedandemotionalmoments。
Hewasconvincedthatitcouldmeannothingtoanother，althoughsomehowtohimitconveyednotonlyKatharineherselfbutallthosestatesofmindwhichhadclusteredroundhersincehefirstsawherpouringoutteaonaSundayafternoon。Itrepresentedbyitscircumferenceofsmudgessurroundingacentralblotallthatencirclingglowwhichforhimsurrounded，inexplicably，somanyoftheobjectsoflife，softeningtheirsharpoutline，sothathecouldseecertainstreets，books，andsituationswearingahaloalmostperceptibletothephysicaleye。Didshesmile？Didsheputthepaperdownwearily，condemningitnotonlyforitsinadequacybutforitsfalsity？Wasshegoingtoprotestoncemorethatheonlylovedthevisionofher？Butitdidnotoccurtoherthatthisdiagramhadanythingtodowithher。Shesaidsimply，andinthesametoneofreflection:
“Yes，theworldlookssomethinglikethattometoo。“
Hereceivedherassurancewithprofoundjoy。Quietlyandsteadilythereroseupbehindthewholeaspectoflifethatsoftedgeoffirewhichgaveitsredtinttotheatmosphereandcrowdedthescenewithshadowssodeepanddarkthatonecouldfancypushingfartherintotheirdensityandstillfarther，exploringindefinitely。Whethertherewasanycorrespondencebetweenthetwoprospectsnowopeningbeforethemtheysharedthesamesenseoftheimpendingfuture，vast，mysterious，infinitelystoredwithundevelopedshapeswhicheachwouldunwrapfortheothertobehold；butforthepresenttheprospectofthefuturewasenoughtofillthemwithsilentadoration。Atanyrate，theirfurtherattemptstocommunicatearticulatelywereinterruptedbyaknockonthedoor，andtheentranceofamaidwho，withaduesenseofmystery，announcedthataladywishedtoseeMissHilbery，butrefusedtoallowhernametobegiven。
WhenKatharinerose，withaprofoundsigh，toresumeherduties，Ralphwentwithher，andneitherofthemformulatedanyguess，ontheirwaydownstairs，astowhothisanonymousladymightprovetobe。Perhapsthefantasticnotionthatshewasalittleblackhunchbackprovidedwithasteelknife，whichshewouldplungeintoKatharine\'sheart，appearedtoRalphmoreprobablethananother，andhepushedfirstintothedining-roomtoaverttheblow。Thenheexclaimed“Cassandra！“withsuchheartinessatthesightofCassandraOtwaystandingbythedining-roomtablethatsheputherfingertoherlipsandbeggedhimtobequiet。
“NobodymustknowI\'mhere，“sheexplainedinasepulchralwhisper。“I
missedmytrain。IhavebeenwanderingaboutLondonallday。Icanbearitnolonger。Katharine，whatamItodo？“
Katharinepushedforwardachair；Ralphhastilyfoundwineandpoureditoutforher。Ifnotactuallyfainting，shewasverynearit。
“William\'supstairs，“saidRalph，assoonassheappearedtoberecovered。“I\'llgoandaskhimtocomedowntoyou。“Hisownhappinesshadgivenhimaconfidencethateveryoneelsewasboundtobehappytoo。ButCassandrahadheruncle\'scommandsandangertoovividlyinhermindtodareanysuchdefiance。Shebecameagitatedandsaidthatshemustleavethehouseatonce。Shewasnotinaconditiontogo，hadtheyknownwheretosendher。Katharine\'scommonsense，whichhadbeeninabeyanceforthepastweekortwo，stillfailedher，andshecouldonlyask，“Butwhere\'syourluggage？“inthevaguebeliefthattotakelodgingsdependedentirelyuponasufficiencyofluggage。Cassandra\'sreply，“I\'velostmyluggage，“innowayhelpedhertoaconclusion。
“You\'velostyourluggage，“sherepeated。HereyesresteduponRalph，withanexpressionwhichseemedbetterfittedtoaccompanyaprofoundthanksgivingforhisexistenceorsomevowofeternaldevotionthanaquestionaboutluggage。Cassandraperceivedthelook，andsawthatitwasreturned；hereyesfilledwithtears。Shefalteredinwhatshewassaying。ShebeganbravelyagaintodiscussthequestionoflodgingwhenKatharine，whoseemedtohavecommunicatedsilentlywithRalph，andobtainedhispermission，tookherrubyringfromherfingerandgivingittoCassandra，said:“Ibelieveitwillfityouwithoutanyalteration。“
ThesewordswouldnothavebeenenoughtoconvinceCassandraofwhatsheverymuchwishedtobelievehadnotRalphtakenthebarehandinhisanddemanded:
“Whydon\'tyoutellusyou\'reglad？“Cassandrawassogladthatthetearsrandownhercheeks。ThecertaintyofKatharine\'sengagementnotonlyrelievedherofathousandvaguefearsandself-reproaches，butentirelyquenchedthatspiritofcriticismwhichhadlatelyimpairedherbeliefinKatharine。Heroldfaithcamebacktoher。Sheseemedtobeholdherwiththatcuriousintensitywhichshehadlost；asabeingwhowalksjustbeyondoursphere，sothatlifeintheirpresenceisaheightenedprocess，illuminatingnotonlyourselvesbutaconsiderablestretchofthesurroundingworld。Nextmomentshecontrastedherownlotwiththeirsandgavebackthering。
“Iwon\'ttakethatunlessWilliamgivesitmehimself，“shesaid。
“Keepitforme，Katharine。“
“Iassureyoueverything\'sperfectlyallright，“saidRalph。“LetmetellWilliam——“
Hewasabout，inspiteofCassandra\'sprotest，toreachthedoor，whenMrs。Hilbery，eitherwarnedbytheparlor-maidorconsciouswithherusualprescienceoftheneedforherintervention，openedthedoorandsmilinglysurveyedthem。
“MydearCassandra！“sheexclaimed。“Howdelightfultoseeyoubackagain！Whatacoincidence！“sheobserved，inageneralway。“Williamisupstairs。Thekettleboilsover。Where\'sKatharine，Isay？Igotolook，andIfindCassandra！“Sheseemedtohaveprovedsomethingtoherownsatisfaction，althoughnobodyfeltcertainwhatthingpreciselyitwas。
“IfindCassandra，“sherepeated。
“Shemissedhertrain，“Katharineinterposed，seeingthatCassandrawasunabletospeak。
“Life，“beganMrs。Hilbery，drawinginspirationfromtheportraitsonthewallapparently，“consistsinmissingtrainsandinfinding——“Butshepulledherselfupandremarkedthatthekettlemusthaveboiledcompletelyovereverything。
ToKatharine\'sagitatedminditappearedthatthiskettlewasanenormouskettle，capableofdelugingthehouseinitsincessantshowersofsteam，theenragedrepresentativeofallthosehouseholddutieswhichshehadneglected。Sheranhastilyuptothedrawing-room，andtherestfollowedher，forMrs。HilberyputherarmroundCassandraanddrewherupstairs。TheyfoundRodneyobservingthekettlewithuneasinessbutwithsuchabsenceofmindthatKatharine\'scatastrophewasinafairwaytobefulfilled。Inputtingthematterstraightnogreetingswereexchanged，butRodneyandCassandrachoseseatsasfarapartaspossible，andsatdownwithanairofpeoplemakingaverytemporarylodgment。EitherMrs。Hilberywasimpervioustotheirdiscomfort，orchosetoignoreit，orthoughtithightimethatthesubjectwaschanged，forshedidnothingbuttalkaboutShakespeare\'stomb。
“Somuchearthandsomuchwaterandthatsublimespiritbroodingoveritall，“shemused，andwentontosingherstrange，half-earthlysongofdawnsandsunsets，ofgreatpoets，andtheunchangedspiritofnoblelovingwhichtheyhadtaught，sothatnothingchanges，andoneageislinkedwithanother，andnoonedies，andweallmeetinspirit，untilsheappearedobliviousofanyoneintheroom。Butsuddenlyherremarksseemedtocontracttheenormouslywidecircleinwhichtheyweresoaringandtoalight，airilyandtemporarily，uponmattersofmoreimmediatemoment。
“KatharineandRalph，“shesaid，asiftotrythesound。“WilliamandCassandra。“
“Ifeelmyselfinanentirelyfalseposition，“saidWilliamdesperately，thrustinghimselfintothisbreachinherreflections。
“I\'venorighttobesittinghere。Mr。Hilberytoldmeyesterdaytoleavethehouse。I\'dnointentionofcomingbackagain。Ishallnow——“
“Ifeelthesametoo，“Cassandrainterrupted。“AfterwhatUncleTrevorsaidtomelastnight——“
“Ihaveputyouintoamostodiousposition，“Rodneywenton，risingfromhisseat，inwhichmovementhewasimitatedsimultaneouslybyCassandra。“UntilIhaveyourfather\'sconsentIhavenorighttospeaktoyou——letaloneinthishouse，wheremyconduct“——helookedatKatharine，stammered，andfellsilent——“wheremyconducthasbeenreprehensibleandinexcusableintheextreme，“heforcedhimselftocontinue。“Ihaveexplainedeverythingtoyourmother。SheissogenerousastotryandmakemebelievethatIhavedonenoharm——youhaveconvincedherthatmybehavior，selfishandweakasitwas——selfishandweak——“herepeated，likeaspeakerwhohaslosthisnotes。
TwoemotionsseemedtobestrugglinginKatharine；onethedesiretolaughattheridiculousspectacleofWilliammakingheraformalspeechacrossthetea-table，theotheradesiretoweepatthesightofsomethingchildlikeandhonestinhimwhichtouchedherinexpressibly。Toeveryone\'ssurprisesherose，stretchedoutherhand，andsaid:
“You\'venothingtoreproachyourselfwith——you\'vebeenalways——“butherehervoicediedaway，andthetearsforcedthemselvesintohereyes，andrandownhercheeks，whileWilliam，equallymoved，seizedherhandandpressedittohislips。Nooneperceivedthatthedrawing-roomdoorhadopeneditselfsufficientlytoadmitatleasthalfthepersonofMr。Hilbery，orsawhimgazeatthesceneroundthetea-tablewithanexpressionoftheutmostdisgustandexpostulation。
Hewithdrewunseen。Hepausedoutsideonthelandingtryingtorecoverhisself-controlandtodecidewhatcoursehemightwithmostdignitypursue。Itwasobvioustohimthathiswifehadentirelyconfusedthemeaningofhisinstructions。Shehadplungedthemallintothemostodiousconfusion。Hewaitedamoment，andthen，withmuchpreliminaryrattlingofthehandle，openedthedoorasecondtime。Theyhadallregainedtheirplaces；someincidentofanabsurdnaturehadnowsetthemlaughingandlookingunderthetable，sothathisentrancepassedmomentarilyunperceived。Katharine，withflushedcheeks，raisedherheadandsaid:
“Well，that\'smylastattemptatthedramatic。“
“It\'sastonishingwhatadistancetheyroll，“saidRalph，stoopingtoturnupthecornerofthehearthrug。
“Don\'ttrouble——don\'tbother。Weshallfindit——“Mrs。Hilberybegan，andthensawherhusbandandexclaimed:“Oh，Trevor，we\'relookingforCassandra\'sengagement-ring！“
Mr。Hilberylookedinstinctivelyatthecarpet。Remarkablyenough，theringhadrolledtotheverypointwherehestood。Hesawtherubiestouchingthetipofhisboot。Suchistheforceofhabitthathecouldnotrefrainfromstooping，withanabsurdlittlethrillofpleasureatbeingtheonetofindwhatotherswerelookingfor，and，pickingtheringup，hepresentedit，withabowthatwascourtlyintheextreme，toCassandra。Whetherthemakingofabowreleasedautomaticallyfeelingsofcomplaisanceandurbanity，Mr。Hilberyfoundhisresentmentcompletelywashedawayduringthesecondinwhichhebentandstraightenedhimself。Cassandradaredtoofferhercheekandreceivedhisembrace。HenoddedwithsomedegreeofstiffnesstoRodneyandDenham，whohadbothrisenuponseeinghim，andnowaltogethersatdown。Mrs。Hilberyseemedtohavebeenwaitingfortheentranceofherhusband，andforthisprecisemomentinordertoputtohimaquestionwhich，fromtheardorwithwhichsheannouncedit，hadevidentlybeenpressingforutteranceforsometimepast。
“Oh，Trevor，pleasetellme，whatwasthedateofthefirstperformanceof\'Hamlet\'？“
InordertoanswerherMr。HilberyhadtohaverecoursetotheexactscholarshipofWilliamRodney，andbeforehehadgivenhisexcellentauthoritiesforbelievingashebelieved，RodneyfelthimselfadmittedoncemoretothesocietyofthecivilizedandsanctionedbytheauthorityofnolessapersonthanShakespearehimself。Thepowerofliterature，whichhadtemporarilydesertedMr。Hilbery，nowcamebacktohim，pouringovertherawuglinessofhumanaffairsitssoothingbalm，andprovidingaformintowhichsuchpassionsashehadfeltsopainfullythenightbeforecouldbemoldedsothattheyfellroundlyfromthetongueinshapelyphrases，hurtingnobody。HewassufficientlysureofhiscommandoflanguageatlengthtolookatKatharineandagainatDenham。AllthistalkaboutShakespearehadactedasasoporific，orratherasanincantationuponKatharine。Sheleanedbackinherchairattheheadofthetea-table，perfectlysilent，lookingvaguelypastthemall，receivingthemostgeneralizedideasofhumanheadsagainstpictures，againstyellow-tintedwalls，againstcurtainsofdeepcrimsonvelvet。Denham，towhomheturnednext，sharedherimmobilityunderhisgaze。Butbeneathhisrestraintandcalmitwaspossibletodetectaresolution，awill，setnowwithunalterabletenacity，whichmadesuchturnsofspeechasMr。Hilberyhadatcommandappearoddlyirrelevant。Atanyrate，hesaidnothing。
Herespectedtheyoungman；hewasaveryableyoungman；hewaslikelytogethisownway。Hecould，hethought，lookingathisstillandverydignifiedhead，understandKatharine\'spreference，and，ashethoughtthis，hewassurprisedbyapangofacutejealousy。ShemighthavemarriedRodneywithoutcausinghimatwinge。Thismansheloved。
Orwhatwasthestateofaffairsbetweenthem？Anextraordinaryconfusionofemotionwasbeginningtogetthebetterofhim，whenMrs。
Hilbery，whohadbeenconsciousofasuddenpauseintheconversation，andhadlookedwistfullyatherdaughteronceortwice，remarked:
“Don\'tstayifyouwanttogo，Katharine。There\'sthelittleroomoverthere。PerhapsyouandRalph——“
“We\'reengaged，“saidKatharine，wakingwithastart，andlookingstraightatherfather。Hewastakenabackbythedirectnessofthestatement；heexclaimedasifanunexpectedblowhadstruckhim。Hadhelovedhertoseehersweptawaybythistorrent，tohavehertakenfromhimbythisuncontrollableforce，tostandbyhelpless，ignored？
Oh，howhelovedher！Howhelovedher！HenoddedverycurtlytoDenham。
“Igatheredsomethingofthekindlastnight，“hesaid。“Ihopeyou\'lldeserveher。“Butheneverlookedathisdaughter，andstrodeoutoftheroom，leavinginthemindsofthewomenasense，halfofawe，halfofamusement，attheextravagant，inconsiderate，uncivilizedmale，outragedsomehowandgonebellowingtohislairwitharoarwhichstillsometimesreverberatesinthemostpolishedofdrawing-rooms。
ThenKatharine，lookingattheshutdoor，lookeddownagain，tohidehertears。
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Thelampswerelit；theirlusterreflecteditselfinthepolishedwood；goodwinewaspassedroundthedinner-table；beforethemealwasfaradvancedcivilizationhadtriumphed，andMr。Hilberypresidedoverafeastwhichcametowearmoreandmoresurelyanaspect，cheerful，dignified，promisingwellforthefuture。TojudgefromtheexpressioninKatharine\'seyesitpromisedsomething——buthecheckedtheapproachsentimentality。Hepouredoutwine；hebadeDenhamhelphimself。
TheywentupstairsandhesawKatharineandDenhamabstractthemselvesdirectlyCassandrahadaskedwhethershemightnotplayhimsomething——someMozart？someBeethoven？Shesatdowntothepiano；thedoorclosedsoftlybehindthem。Hiseyesrestedonthecloseddoorforsomesecondsunwaveringly，but，bydegrees，thelookofexpectationdiedoutofthem，and，withasigh，helistenedtothemusic。
KatharineandRalphwereagreedwithscarcelyawordofdiscussionastowhattheywishedtodo，andinamomentshejoinedhiminthehalldressedforwalking。Thenightwasstillandmoonlit，fitforwalking，thoughanynightwouldhaveseemedsotothem，desiringmorethananythingmovement，freedomfromscrutiny，silence，andtheopenair。
“Atlast！“shebreathed，asthefrontdoorshut。Shetoldhimhowshehadwaited，fidgeted，thoughthewasnevercoming，listenedforthesoundofdoors，halfexpectedtoseehimagainunderthelamp-post，lookingatthehouse。Theyturnedandlookedattheserenefrontwithitsgold-rimmedwindows，tohimtheshrineofsomuchadoration。Inspiteofherlaughandthelittlepressureofmockeryonhisarm，hewouldnotresignhisbelief，butwithherhandrestingthere，hervoicequickenedandmysteriouslymovinginhisears，hehadnottime——
theyhadnotthesameinclination——otherobjectsdrewhisattention。
Howtheycametofindthemselveswalkingdownastreetwithmanylamps，cornersradiantwithlight，andasteadysuccessionofmotor-
omnibusesplyingbothwaysalongit，theycouldneitherofthemtell；
noraccountfortheimpulsewhichledthemsuddenlytoselectoneofthesewayfarersandmounttotheveryfrontseat。Aftercurvingthroughstreetsofcomparativedarkness，sonarrowthatshadowsontheblindswerepressedwithinafewfeetoftheirfaces，theycametooneofthosegreatknotsofactivitywherethelights，havingdrawnclosetogether，thinoutagainandtaketheirseparateways。Theywereborneonuntiltheysawthespiresofthecitychurchespaleandflatagainstthesky。
“Areyoucold？“heasked，astheystoppedbyTempleBar。
“Yes，Iamrather，“shereplied，becomingconsciousthatthesplendidraceoflightsdrawnpasthereyesbythesuperbcurvingandswervingofthemonsteronwhichshesatwasatanend。Theyhadfollowedsomesuchcourseintheirthoughtstoo；theyhadbeenborneon，victorsintheforefrontofsometriumphalcar，spectatorsofapageantenactedforthem，mastersoflife。Butstandingonthepavementalone，thisexaltationleftthem；theyweregladtobealonetogether。Ralphstoodstillforamomenttolighthispipebeneathalamp。
Shelookedathisfaceisolatedinthelittlecircleoflight。
“Oh，thatcottage，“shesaid。“Wemusttakeitandgothere。“
“Andleaveallthis？“heinquired。
“Asyoulike，“shereplied。Shethought，lookingattheskyaboveChanceryLane，howtheroofwasthesameeverywhere；howshewasnowsecureofallthatthisloftyblueanditssteadfastlightsmeanttoher；reality，wasit，figures，love，truth？
“I\'vesomethingonmymind，“saidRalphabruptly。“ImeanI\'vebeenthinkingofMaryDatchet。We\'reverynearherroomsnow。Wouldyoumindifwewentthere？“
Shehadturnedbeforesheansweredhim。Shehadnowishtoseeanyoneto-night；itseemedtoherthattheimmenseriddlewasanswered；theproblemhadbeensolved；sheheldinherhandsforonebriefmomenttheglobewhichwespendourlivesintryingtoshape，round，whole，andentirefromtheconfusionofchaos。ToseeMarywastoriskthedestructionofthisglobe。
“Didyoutreatherbadly？“sheaskedrathermechanically，walkingon。
“Icoulddefendmyself，“hesaid，almostdefiantly。“Butwhat\'stheuse，ifonefeelsathing？Iwon\'tbewithheraminute，“hesaid。
“I\'lljusttellher——“
“Ofcourse，youmusttellher，“saidKatharine，andnowfeltanxiousforhimtodowhatappearedtobenecessaryifhe，too，weretoholdhisglobeforamomentround，whole，andentire。
“Iwish——Iwish——“shesighed，formelancholycameoverherandobscuredatleastasectionofherclearvision。Theglobeswambeforeherasifobscuredbytears。
“Iregretnothing，“saidRalphfirmly。Sheleanttowardshimalmostasifshecouldthusseewhathesaw。Shethoughthowobscurehestillwastoher，saveonlythatmoreandmoreconstantlyheappearedtoherafireburningthroughitssmoke，asourceoflife。
“Goon，“shesaid。“Youregretnothing——“
“Nothing——nothing，“herepeated。
“Whatafire！“shethoughttoherself。Shethoughtofhimblazingsplendidlyinthenight，yetsoobscurethattoholdhisarm，assheheldit，wasonlytotouchtheopaquesubstancesurroundingtheflamethatroaredupwards。
“Whynothing？“sheaskedhurriedly，inorderthathemightsaymoreandsomakemoresplendid，morered，moredarklyintertwinedwithsmokethisflamerushingupwards。
“Whatareyouthinkingof，Katharine？“heaskedsuspiciously，noticinghertoneofdreaminessandtheinaptwords。
“Iwasthinkingofyou——yes，Iswearit。Alwaysofyou，butyoutakesuchstrangeshapesinmymind。You\'vedestroyedmyloneliness。AmI
totellyouhowIseeyou？No，tellme——tellmefromthebeginning。“
Beginningwithspasmodicwords，hewentontospeakmoreandmorefluently，moreandmorepassionately，feelingherleaningtowardshim，listeningwithwonderlikeachild，withgratitudelikeawoman。Sheinterruptedhimgravelynowandthen。
“Butitwasfoolishtostandoutsideandlookatthewindows。SupposeWilliamhadn\'tseenyou。Wouldyouhavegonetobed？“
HecappedherreproofwithwondermentthatawomanofheragecouldhavestoodinKingswaylookingatthetrafficuntilsheforgot。
“ButitwasthenIfirstknewIlovedyou！“sheexclaimed。
“Tellmefromthebeginning，“hebeggedher。
“No，I\'mapersonwhocan\'ttellthings，“shepleaded。“Ishallsaysomethingridiculous——somethingaboutflames——fires。No，Ican\'ttellyou。“
Buthepersuadedherintoabrokenstatement，beautifultohim，chargedwithextremeexcitementasshespokeofthedarkredfire，andthesmoketwinedroundit，makinghimfeelthathehadsteppedoverthethresholdintothefaintlylitvastnessofanothermind，stirringwithshapes，solarge，sodim，unveilingthemselvesonlyinflashes，andmovingawayagainintothedarkness，engulfedbyit。TheyhadwalkedbythistimetothestreetinwhichMarylived，andbeingengrossedbywhattheysaidandpartlysaw，passedherstaircasewithoutlookingup。Atthistimeofnighttherewasnotrafficandscarcelyanyfoot-passengers，sothattheycouldpaceslowlywithoutinterruption，arm-in-arm，raisingtheirhandsnowandthentodrawsomethinguponthevastbluecurtainofthesky。
Theybroughtthemselvesbythesemeans，actingonamoodofprofoundhappiness，toastateofclear-sightednesswheretheliftingofafingerhadeffect，andonewordspokemorethanasentence。Theylapsedgentlyintosilence，travelingthedarkpathsofthoughtsidebysidetowardssomethingdiscernedinthedistancewhichgraduallypossessedthemboth。Theywerevictors，mastersoflife，butatthesametimeabsorbedintheflame，givingtheirlifetoincreaseitsbrightness，totestifytotheirfaith。Thustheyhadwalked，perhaps，twiceorthreetimesupanddownMaryDatchet\'sstreetbeforetherecurrenceofalightburningbehindathin，yellowblindcausedthemtostopwithoutexactlyknowingwhytheydidso。Itburneditselfintotheirminds。
“ThatisthelightinMary\'sroom，“saidRalph。“Shemustbeathome。“
Hepointedacrossthestreet。Katharine\'seyesrestedtheretoo。
“Isshealone，workingatthistimeofnight？Whatissheworkingat？“
shewondered。“Whyshouldweinterrupther？“sheaskedpassionately。
“Whathavewegottogiveher？She\'shappytoo，“sheadded。“Shehasherwork。“Hervoiceshookslightly，andthelightswamlikeanoceanofgoldbehindhertears。
“Youdon\'twantmetogotoher？“Ralphasked。
“Go，ifyoulike；tellherwhatyoulike，“shereplied。
Hecrossedtheroadimmediately，andwentupthestepsintoMary\'shouse。Katharinestoodwherehelefther，lookingatthewindowandexpectingsoontoseeashadowmoveacrossit；butshesawnothing；
theblindsconveyednothing；thelightwasnotmoved。Itsignaledtoheracrossthedarkstreet；itwasasignoftriumphshiningthereforever，nottobeextinguishedthissideofthegrave。Shebrandishedherhappinessasifinsalute；shedippeditasifinreverence。“Howtheyburn！“shethought，andallthedarknessofLondonseemedsetwithfires，roaringupwards；buthereyescamebacktoMary\'swindowandrestedtheresatisfied。Shehadwaitedsometimebeforeafiguredetacheditselffromthedoorwayandcameacrosstheroad，slowlyandreluctantly，towhereshestood。
“Ididn\'tgoin——Icouldn\'tbringmyself，“hebrokeoff。HehadstoodoutsideMary\'sdoorunabletobringhimselftoknock；ifshehadcomeoutshewouldhavefoundhimthere，thetearsrunningdownhischeeks，unabletospeak。
Theystoodforsomemoments，lookingattheilluminatedblinds，anexpressiontothembothofsomethingimpersonalandsereneinthespiritofthewomanwithin，workingoutherplansfarintothenight——
herplansforthegoodofaworldthatnoneofthemwereevertoknow。
Thentheirmindsjumpedonandotherlittlefigurescamebyinprocession，headed，inRalph\'sview，bythefigureofSallySeal。
“DoyourememberSallySeal？“heasked。Katharinebentherhead。
“YourmotherandMary？“hewenton。“RodneyandCassandra？OldJoanupatHighgate？“Hestoppedinhisenumeration，notfindingitpossibletolinkthemtogetherinanywaythatshouldexplainthequeercombinationwhichhecouldperceiveinthem，ashethoughtofthem。
Theyappearedtohimtobemorethanindividuals；tobemadeupofmanydifferentthingsincohesion；hehadavisionofanorderlyworld。
“It\'sallsoeasy——it\'sallsosimple，“Katherinequoted，rememberingsomewordsofSallySeal\'s，andwishingRalphtounderstandthatshefollowedthetrackofhisthought。Shefelthimtryingtopiecetogetherinalaboriousandelementaryfashionfragmentsofbelief，unsolderedandseparate，lackingtheunityofphrasesfashionedbytheoldbelievers。Togethertheygropedinthisdifficultregion，wheretheunfinished，theunfulfilled，theunwritten，theunreturned，cametogetherintheirghostlywayandworethesemblanceofthecompleteandthesatisfactory。Thefutureemergedmoresplendidthaneverfromthisconstructionofthepresent。Booksweretobewritten，andsincebooksmustbewritteninrooms，androomsmusthavehangings，andoutsidethewindowstheremustbeland，andanhorizontothatland，andtreesperhaps，andahill，theysketchedahabitationforthemselvesupontheoutlineofgreatofficesintheStrandandcontinuedtomakeanaccountofthefutureupontheomnibuswhichtookthemtowardsChelsea；andstill，forbothofthem，itswammiraculouslyinthegoldenlightofalargesteadylamp。
Asthenightwasfaradvancedtheyhadthewholeoftheseatsonthetopoftheomnibustochoosefrom，andtheroads，saveforanoccasionalcouple，wearingevenatmidnight，anairofshelteringtheirwordsfromthepublic，weredeserted。Nolongerdidtheshadowofamansingtotheshadowofapiano。Afewlightsinbedroomwindowsburntbutwereextinguishedonebyoneastheomnibuspassedthem。
Theydismountedandwalkeddowntotheriver。Shefelthisarmstiffenbeneathherhand，andknewbythistokenthattheyhadenteredtheenchantedregion。Shemightspeaktohim，butwiththatstrangetremorinhisvoice，thoseeyesblindlyadoring，whomdidheanswer？Whatwomandidhesee？Andwherewasshewalking，andwhowashercompanion？Moments，fragments，asecondofvision，andthentheflyingwaters，thewindsdissipatinganddissolving；then，too，therecollectionfromchaos，thereturnofsecurity，theearthfirm，superbandbrilliantinthesun。Fromtheheartofhisdarknesshespokehisthanksgiving；fromaregionasfar，ashidden，sheansweredhim。OnaJunenightthenightingalessing，theyanswereachotheracrosstheplain；theyareheardunderthewindowamongthetreesinthegarden。Pausing，theylookeddownintotheriverwhichboreitsdarktideofwaters，endlesslymoving，beneaththem。Theyturnedandfoundthemselvesoppositethehouse。Quietlytheysurveyedthefriendlyplace，burningitslampseitherinexpectationofthemorbecauseRodneywasstilltheretalkingtoCassandra。Katharinepushedthedoorhalfopenandstooduponthethreshold。Thelightlayinsoftgoldengrainsuponthedeepobscurityofthehushedandsleepinghousehold。Foramomenttheywaited，andthenloosedtheirhands。
“Goodnight，“hebreathed。“Goodnight，“shemurmuredbacktohim。
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