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they call itāand then, if the young man knows his business he
contrives to take his lady upon the river. Full of
possibilitiesāfull. Cake, Celia?ā Mr. Hilbery continued. āI respect
my dinner too much, but that canāt possibly apply to you. Youāve never
observed that feast, so far as I can remember.ā
Her brotherās affability did not deceive Mrs. Milvain; it slightly
saddened her; she well knew the cause of it. Blind and infatuated as
usual!
āWho is this Mr. Denham?ā she asked.
āRalph Denham?ā said Mr. Hilbery, in relief that her mind had taken
this turn. āA very interesting young man. Iāve a great belief in him.
Heās an authority upon our mediaeval institutions, and if he werenāt
forced to earn his living he would write a book that very much wants
writingāā
āHe is not well off, then?ā Mrs. Milvain interposed.
āHasnāt a penny, Iām afraid, and a family more or less dependent on
him.ā
āA mother and sisters?ā His father is dead?ā
āYes, his father died some years ago,ā said Mr. Hilbery, who was
prepared to draw upon his imagination, if necessary, to keep Mrs.
Milvain supplied with facts about the private history of Ralph Denham
since, for some inscrutable reason, the subject took her fancy.
āHis father has been dead some time, and this young man had to take
his placeāā
āA legal family?ā Mrs. Milvain inquired. āI fancy Iāve seen the name
somewhere.ā
Mr. Hilbery shook his head. āI should be inclined to doubt whether
they were altogether in that walk of life,ā he observed. āI fancy that
Denham once told me that his father was a corn merchant. Perhaps he
said a stockbroker. He came to grief, anyhow, as stockbrokers have a
way of doing. Iāve a great respect for Denham,ā he added. The remark
sounded to his ears unfortunately conclusive, and he was afraid that
there was nothing more to be said about Denham. He examined the tips
of his fingers carefully. āCassandraās grown into a very charming
young woman,ā he started afresh. āCharming to look at, and charming to
talk to, though her historical knowledge is not altogether profound.
Another cup of tea?ā
Mrs. Milvain had given her cup a little push, which seemed to indicate
some momentary displeasure. But she did not want any more tea.
āIt is Cassandra that I have come about,ā she began. āI am very sorry
to say that Cassandra is not at all what you think her, Trevor. She
has imposed upon your and Maggieās goodness. She has behaved in a way
that would have seemed incredibleāin this house of all housesāwere
it not for other circumstances that are still more incredible.ā
Mr. Hilbery looked taken aback, and was silent for a second.
āIt all sounds very black,ā he remarked urbanely, continuing his
examination of his finger-nails. āBut I own I am completely in the
dark.ā
Mrs. Milvain became rigid, and emitted her message in little short
sentences of extreme intensity.
āWho has Cassandra gone out with? William Rodney. Who has Katharine
gone out with? Ralph Denham. Why are they for ever meeting each other
round street corners, and going to music-halls, and taking cabs late
at night? Why will Katharine not tell me the truth when I question
her? I understand the reason now. Katharine has entangled herself with
this unknown lawyer; she has seen fit to condone Cassandraās conduct.ā
There was another slight pause.
āAh, well, Katharine will no doubt have some explanation to give me,ā
Mr. Hilbery replied imperturbably. āItās a little too complicated for
me to take in all at once, I confessāand, if you wonāt think me rude,
Celia, I think Iāll be getting along towards Knightsbridge.ā
Mrs. Milvain rose at once.
āShe has condoned Cassandraās conduct and entangled herself with Ralph
Denham,ā she repeated. She stood very erect with the dauntless air of
one testifying to the truth regardless of consequences. She knew from
past discussions that the only way to counter her brotherās indolence
and indifference was to shoot her statements at him in a compressed
form once finally upon leaving the room. Having spoken thus, she
restrained herself from adding another word, and left the house with
the dignity of one inspired by a great ideal.
She had certainly framed her remarks in such a way as to prevent her
brother from paying his call in the region of Knightsbridge. He had no
fears for Katharine, but there was a suspicion at the back of his mind
that Cassandra might have been, innocently and ignorantly, led into
some foolish situation in one of their unshepherded dissipations. His
wife was an erratic judge of the conventions; he himself was lazy; and
with Katharine absorbed, very naturallyāHere he recalled, as well as
he could, the exact nature of the charge. āShe has condoned
Cassandraās conduct and entangled herself with Ralph Denham.ā From
which it appeared that Katharine was NOT absorbed, or which of them
was it that had entangled herself with Ralph Denham? From this maze of
absurdity Mr. Hilbery saw no way out until Katharine herself came to
his help, so that he applied himself, very philosophically on the
whole, to a book.
No sooner had he heard the young people come in and go upstairs than
he sent a maid to tell Miss Katharine that he wished to speak to her
in the study. She was slipping furs loosely onto the floor in the
drawing-room in front of the fire. They were all gathered round,
reluctant to part. The message from her father surprised Katharine,
and the others caught from her look, as she turned to go, a vague
sense of apprehension.
Mr. Hilbery was reassured by the sight of her. He congratulated
himself, he prided himself, upon possessing a daughter who had a sense
of responsibility and an understanding of life profound beyond her
years. Moreover, she was looking to-day unusual; he had come to take
her beauty for granted; now he remembered it and was surprised by it.
He thought instinctively that he had interrupted some happy hour of
hers with Rodney, and apologized.
āIām sorry to bother you, my dear. I heard you come in, and thought
Iād better make myself disagreeable at onceāas it seems,
unfortunately, that fathers are expected to make themselves
disagreeable. Now, your Aunt Celia has been to see me; your Aunt Celia
has taken it into her head apparently that you and Cassandra have
beenālet us say a little foolish. This going about togetherāthese
pleasant little partiesāthereās been some kind of misunderstanding. I
told her I saw no harm in it, but I should just like to hear from
yourself. Has Cassandra been left a little too much in the company of
Mr. Denham?ā
Katharine did not reply at once, and Mr. Hilbery tapped the coal
encouragingly with the poker. Then she said, without embarrassment or
apology:
āI donāt see why I should answer Aunt Celiaās questions. Iāve told her
already that I wonāt.ā
Mr. Hilbery was relieved and secretly amused at the thought of the
interview, although he could not license such irreverence outwardly.
āVery good. Then you authorize me to tell her that sheās been
mistaken, and there was nothing but a little fun in it? Youāve no
doubt, Katharine, in your own mind? Cassandra is in our charge, and I
donāt intend that people should gossip about her. I suggest that you
should be a little more careful in future. Invite me to your next
entertainment.ā
She did not respond, as he had hoped, with any affectionate or
humorous reply. She meditated, pondering something or other, and he
reflected that even his Katharine did not differ from other women in
the capacity to let things be. Or had she something to say?
āHave you a guilty conscience?ā he inquired lightly. āTell me,
Katharine,ā he said more seriously, struck by something in the
expression of her eyes.
āIāve been meaning to tell you for some time,ā she said, āIām not
going to marry William.ā
āYouāre not goingā!ā he exclaimed, dropping the poker in his immense
surprise. āWhy? When? Explain yourself, Katharine.ā
āOh, some time agoāa week, perhaps more.ā Katharine spoke hurriedly
and indifferently, as if the matter could no longer concern any one.
āBut may I askāwhy have I not been told of thisāwhat do you mean by
it?ā
āWe donāt wish to be marriedāthatās all.ā
āThis is Williamās wish as well as yours?ā
āOh, yes. We agree perfectly.ā
Mr. Hilbery had seldom felt more completely at a loss. He thought that
Katharine was treating the matter with curious unconcern; she scarcely
seemed aware of the gravity of what she was saying; he did not
understand the position at all. But his desire to smooth everything
over comfortably came to his relief. No doubt there was some quarrel,
some whimsey on the part of William, who, though a good fellow, was a
little exacting sometimesāsomething that a woman could put right. But
though he inclined to take the easiest view of his responsibilities,
he cared too much for this daughter to let things be.
āI confess I find great difficulty in following you. I should like to
hear Williamās side of the story,ā he said irritably. āI think he
ought to have spoken to me in the first instance.ā
āI wouldnāt let him,ā said Katharine. āI know it must seem to you very
strange,ā she added. āBut I assure you, if youād wait a littleāuntil
mother comes back.ā
This appeal for delay was much to Mr. Hilberyās liking. But his
conscience would not suffer it. People were talking. He could not
endure that his daughterās conduct should be in any way considered
irregular. He wondered whether, in the circumstances, it would be
better to wire to his wife, to send for one of his sisters, to forbid
William the house, to pack Cassandra off homeāfor he was vaguely
conscious of responsibilities in her direction, too. His forehead was
becoming more and more wrinkled by the multiplicity of his anxieties,
which he was sorely tempted to ask Katharine to solve for him, when
the door opened and William Rodney appeared. This necessitated a
complete change, not only of manner, but of position also.
āHereās William,ā Katharine exclaimed, in a tone of relief. āIāve told
father weāre not engaged,ā she said to him. āIāve explained that I
prevented you from telling him.ā
Williamās manner was marked by the utmost formality. He bowed very
slightly in the direction of Mr. Hilbery, and stood erect, holding one
lapel of his coat, and gazing into the center of the fire. He waited
for Mr. Hilbery to speak.
Mr. Hilbery also assumed an appearance of formidable dignity. He had
risen to his feet, and now bent the top part of his body slightly
forward.
āI should like your account of this affair, Rodneyāif Katharine no
longer prevents you from speaking.ā
William waited two seconds at least.
āOur engagement is at an end,ā he said, with the utmost stiffness.
āHas this been arrived at by your joint desire?ā
After a perceptible pause William bent his head, and Katharine said,
as if by an afterthought:
āOh, yes.ā
Mr. Hilbery swayed to and fro, and moved his lips as if to utter
remarks which remained unspoken.
āI can only suggest that you should postpone any decision until the
effect of this misunderstanding has had time to wear off. You have now
known each otherāā he began.
āThereās been no misunderstanding,ā Katharine interposed. āNothing at
all.ā She moved a few paces across the room, as if she intended to
leave them. Her preoccupied naturalness
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