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he was not destined to profit by his advantage。 

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“I don’t think I understand what you mean;” Katharine 
repeated; and then she was obliged to stop and answer 
some one who wished to know whether she would buy a 
ticket for an opera from them; at a reduction。 Indeed; 
the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate 
conversation; it had bee rather debauched and 
hilarious; and people who scarcely knew each other were 
making use of Christian names with apparent cordiality; 
and had reached that kind of gay tolerance and general 
friendliness which human beings in England only attain 
after sitting together for three hours or so; and the first 
cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation 
once more。 Cloaks were being flung round the shoulders; 
hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had 
the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare 
herself by the ridiculous Rodney。 It was not the convention 
of the meeting to say goodbye; or necessarily even 
to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but; 
nevertheless; Denham was disappointed by the pleteness 
with which Katharine parted from him; without any 
attempt to finish her sentence。 She left with Rodney。 

CHAPTER V 


Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine; 
but; seeing her depart; he took his hat and ran rather 
more quickly down the stairs than he would have done if 
Katharine had not been in front of him。 He overtook a 
friend of his; by name Harry Sandys; who was going the 
same way; and they walked together a few paces behind 
Katharine and Rodney。 

The night was very still; and on such nights; when the 
traffic thins away; the walker bees conscious of the 
moon in the street; as if the curtains of the sky had been 
drawn apart; and the heaven lay bare; as it does in the 
country。 The air was softly cool; so that people who had 
been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk 
a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter 
light again in an underground railway。 Sandys; who was a 
barrister with a philosophic tendency; took out his pipe; 
lit it; murmured “hum” and “ha;” and was silent。 The 
couple in front of them kept their distance accurately; 
and appeared; so far as Denham could judge by the way 

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they turned towards each other; to be talking very constantly。 
He observed that when a pedestrian going the 
opposite way forced them to part they came together 
again directly afterwards。 Without intending to watch 
them he never quite lost sight of the yellow scarf twisted 
round Katharine’s head; or the light overcoat which made 
Rodney look fashionable among the crowd。 At the Strand 
he supposed that they would separate; but instead they 
crossed the road; and took their way down one of the 
narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to 
the river。 Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares 
Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine 
his escort; but now; when passengers were rare and the 
footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence; 
Denham could not help picturing to himself some 
change in their conversation。 The effect of the light and 
shadow; which seemed to increase their height; was to 
make them mysterious and significant; so that Denham 
had no feeling of irritation with Katharine; but rather a 
halfdreamy acquiescence in the course of the world。 Yes; 
she did very well to dream about—but Sandys had sud


denly begun to talk。 He was a solitary man who had made 
his friends at college and always addressed them as if 
they were still undergraduates arguing in his room; though 
many months or even years had passed in some cases 
between the last sentence and the present one。 The 
method was a little singular; but very restful; for it seemed 
to ignore pletely all accidents of human life; and to 
span very deep abysses with a few simple words。 

On this occasion he began; while they waited for a 
minute on the edge of the Strand: 

“I hear that Bent has given up his theory of truth。” 

Denham returned a suitable answer; and he proceeded 
to explain how this decision had been arrived at; and 
what changes it involved in the philosophy which they 
both accepted。 Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew 
further ahead; and Denham kept; if that is the right expression 
for an involuntary action; one filament of his 
mind upon them; while with the rest of his intelligence 
he sought to understand what Sandys was saying。 

As they passed through the courts thus talking; Sandys 
laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a 

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timeworn arch; and struck it meditatively two or three 
times in order to illustrate something very obscure about 
the plex nature of one’s apprehension of facts。 During 
the pause which this necessitated; Katharine and 
Rodney turned the corner and disappeared。 For a moment 
Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence; and continued 
it with a sense of having lost something。 

Unconscious that they were observed; Katharine and 
Rodney had e out on the Embankment。 When they 
had crossed the road; Rodney slapped his hand upon the 
stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: 

“I promise I won’t say another word about it; Katharine! 
But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the 
water。” 

Katharine paused; looked up and down the river; and 
snuffed the air。 

“I’m sure one can smell the sea; with the wind blowing 
this way;” she said。 

They stood silent for a few moments while the river 
shifted in its bed; and the silver and red lights which 
were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined 

together again。 Very far off up the river a steamer hooted 
with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy; as if 
from the heart of lonely mistshrouded voyagings。 

“Ah!” Rodney cried; striking his hand once more upon 
the balustrade; “why can’t one say how beautiful it all is? 
Why am I condemned for ever; Katharine; to feel what I 
can’t express? And the things I can give there
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