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upon the pavement; and the glimpse which halfdrawn 

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curtains offered him of kitchens; diningrooms; and draw
ingrooms; illustrating with mute power different scenes 
from different lives; his own experience lost its sharpness。 

His own experience underwent a curious change。 His 
speed slackened; his head sank a little towards his breast; 
and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown 
strangely tranquil。 His thought was so absorbing that 
when it became necessary to verify the name of a street; 
he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came 
to a crossing; he seemed to have to reassure himself by 
two or three taps; such as a blind man gives; upon the 
curb; and; reaching the Underground station; he blinked 
in the bright circle of light; glanced at his watch; decided 
that he might still indulge himself in darkness; and 
walked straight on。 

And yet the thought was the thought with which he 
had started。 He was still thinking about the people in the 
house which he had left; but instead of remembering; 
with whatever accuracy he could; their looks and sayings; 
he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth。 
A turn of the street; a firelit room; something monumen


tal in the procession of the lampposts; who shall say 
what accident of light or shape had suddenly changed 
the prospect within his mind; and led him to murmur 
aloud: 

“She’ll do… 。 Yes; Katharine Hilbery’ll do… 。 I’ll take 
Katharine Hilbery。” 

As soon as he had said this; his pace slackened; his 
head fell; his eyes became fixed。 The desire to justify 
himself; which had been so urgent; ceased to torment 
him; and; as if released from constraint; so that they 
worked without friction or bidding; his faculties leapt 
forward and fixed; as a matter of course; upon the form 
of Katharine Hilbery。 It was marvellous how much they 
found to feed upon; considering the destructive nature 
of Denham’s criticism in her presence。 The charm; which 
he had tried to disown; when under the effect of it; the 
beauty; the character; the aloofness; which he had been 
determined not to feel; now possessed him wholly; and 
when; as happened by the nature of things; he had exhausted 
his memory; he went on with his imagination。 
He was conscious of what he was about; for in thus dwell


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ing upon Miss Hilbery’s qualities; he showed a kind of 
method; as if he required this vision of her for a particular 
purpose。 He increased her height; he darkened her 
hair; but physically there was not much to change in her。 
His most daring liberty was taken with her mind; which; 
for reasons of his own; he desired to be exalted and infallible; 
and of such independence that it was only in the 
case of Ralph Denham that it swerved from its high; swift 
flight; but where he was concerned; though fastidious at 
first; she finally swooped from her eminence to crown 
him with her approval。 These delicious details; however; 
were to be worked out in all their ramifications at his 
leisure; the main point was that Katharine Hilbery would 
do; she would do for weeks; perhaps for months。 In taking 
her he had provided himself with something the lack 
of which had left a bare place in his mind for a considerable 
time。 He gave a sigh of satisfaction; his consciousness 
of his actual position somewhere in the neighborhood 
of Knightsbridge returned to him; and he was soon 
speeding in the train towards Highgate。 

Although thus supported by the knowledge of his new 

possession of considerable value; he was not proof against 
the familiar thoughts which the suburban streets and the 
damp shrubs growing in front gardens and the absurd 
names painted in white upon the gates of those gardens 
suggested to him。 His walk was uphill; and his mind dwelt 
gloomily upon the house which he approached; where he 
would find six or seven brothers and sisters; a widowed 
mother; and; probably; some aunt or uncle sitting down 
to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light。 Should 
he put in force the threat which; two weeks ago; some 
such gathering had wrung from him—the terrible threat 
that if visitors came on Sunday he should dine alone in 
his room? A glance in the direction of Miss Hilbery determined 
him to make his stand this very night; and accordingly; 
having let himself in; having verified the presence 
of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very 
large umbrella; he gave his orders to the maid; and went 
upstairs to his room。 

He went up a great many flights of stairs; and he noticed; 
as he had very seldom noticed; how the carpet 
became steadily shabbier; until it ceased altogether; how 

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the walls were discolored; sometimes by cascades of damp; 
and sometimes by the outlines of pictureframes since 
removed; how the paper flapped loose at the corners; 
and a great flake of plaster had fallen from the ceiling。 
The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this 
inauspicious hour。 A flattened sofa would; later in the 
evening; bee a bed; one of the tables concealed a 
washing apparatus; his clothes and boots were disagreeably 
mixed with books which bore the gilt of college arms; 
and; for decoration; there hung upon the wall photographs 
of bridges and cathedrals and large; unprepossessing 
groups of insufficiently clothed young men; sitting 
in rows one above another upon stone steps。 There 
was a look of meanness and shabbiness in the furniture 
and curtains; and nowhere any sign of luxury or even of a 
cultivated taste; unless the cheap classics in the bookcase 
were a sign of an effort in that direction。 The only 
object that threw any light upon the character of the 
room’s owner was a large perch; placed in the window to 
catch the air and sun; upon which a tame and; apparently; 
decrepit rook hopped dryly from side to side。 The 

bird; encouraged by a scratch behind the ear; settled upon 
Denham’s shoulder。 He lit his gasfire and settled down 
in gloomy patience to await his dinner。 After sitting thus 
for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say; 

“Mother says; aren’t you ing down; Ralph? Uncle 
Joseph—” 

“They’re to bring my dinner up here;” said Ralph; peremptorily; 
whereupon she vanished; leaving the door 
ajar in her haste to be gone。 After Denham had waited 
some minutes; in the course of which neither he nor the 
rook took their eyes off the fire; he muttered a curse; ran 
downstairs; intercepted the parlormaid; and cut himself 
a slice of bread and cold meat。 As he did so; the dining
room door sprang open; a voice exclaimed “Ralph!” but 
Ralph paid no attention to the voice; and made off upstairs 
with his plate。 He set it down in a chair opposite 
him; and ate with a ferocity that was due partly to anger 
and partly to hunger。 His mother; then; was determined 
not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no importance 
in his own family; he was sent for and treated as a 
child。 He reflected; with a growing sense of injury; that 

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almost every one of his actions since opening the door of 
his room had been won from the grasp of the family system。 
By rights; he should have been sitting downstairs in 
the drawingroom describing his afternoon’s adventures; 
or listening to the afternoon’s adventures of other people; 
the room itself; the gasfire; the armchair—all had been 
fought for; the wretched bird; with half its feathers out 
and one leg lamed by a cat; had been rescued under protest; 
but what his family most resented; he reflected; 
was his wish for privacy。 To dine alone; or to sit alone 
after dinner; was flat rebellion; to be fought with every 
weapon of underhand stealth or of open appeal。 Which 
did he dislike most—deception or tears? But; at any rate; 
they could not rob him of his thoughts; they could not 
make him say where he had been or whom he had seen。 
That was his own affair; that; indeed; was a step entirely 
in the right direction; and; lighting his pipe; and cutting 
up the remains of his meal for the benefit of the rook; 
Ralph calmed his rather excessive irritation and settled 
down to think over his prospects。 

This particular afternoon was a step in the right direc


tion; because it was part of his plan to get to know people 
beyond the family circuit; just as it was part of his plan 
to learn German this autumn; and to review legal books 
for Mr。 Hilbery’s “Critical Review。” He had always made 
plans since he was a small boy; for poverty; and the fact 
that he was the eldest son of a large family; had given 
him the habit of thinking of spring and summer; autumn 
and winter; as so many stages in a prolonged campaign。 
Although he was still under thirty; this forecasting habit 
had marked two semicircular lines above his eyebrows; 
which threatened; at this moment; to crease into their 
wonted shapes。 But instead of settling down to think; he 
rose; took a small piece of cardboard marked in large 
letters with the word out; and hung it upon the handle of 
his door。 This done; he sharpened a pencil; lit a reading
lamp and opened his book。 But still he hesitated to take 
his seat。 He scratched the rook; he walked to the window; 
he parted the curtains; and looked down upon the 
city which lay; hazily luminous; beneath him。 He looked 
across the vapors in the direction of Chelsea; looked fixedly 
for a moment; and then returned to his chair。 But 

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the whole thickness of some learned counsel’s treatise 
upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily。 Through the 
pages he saw a drawingroom; very empty and spacious; 
he heard low voices; he saw women’s figures; he could 
even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the 
grate。 His mind relaxed its tension; and seemed to be 
giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the 
time。 He could remember Mr。 Fortescue’s exact words; and 
the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them; and 
he began to repeat what Mr。 Fortescue had said; in Mr。 
Fortescue’s own manner; about Manchester

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