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her bedroom。
“Yes；” she continued； glancing at Katharine； with the
round； greenish eyes which were as inexpressive as moist
marbles； “Katharine is like the girls of my youth。 We took
the serious things of life seriously。” But just as she was
deriving satisfaction from this thought； and was producing
some of the hoarded wisdom which none of her own
daughters； alas！ seemed now to need； the door opened；
and Mrs。 Hilbery came in； or rather； did not e in； but
stood in the doorway and smiled； having evidently mistaken
the room。
“I never shall know my way about this house！” she exclaimed。
“I’m on my way to the library； and I don’t want
to interrupt。 You and Katharine were having a little chat？”
The presence of her sisterinlaw made Lady Otway slightly
uneasy。 How could she go on with what she was saying in
Maggie’s presence？ for she was saying something that she
had never said； all these years； to Maggie herself。
“I was telling Katharine a few little monplaces about
marriage；” she said； with a little laugh。 “Are none of my
children looking after you； Maggie？”
“Marriage；” said Mrs。 Hilbery； ing into the room；
and nodding her head once or twice； “I always say marriage
is a school。 And you don’t get the prizes unless you
go to school。 Charlotte has won all the prizes；” she added；
giving her sisterinlaw a little pat； which made Lady
Otway more unfortable still。 She half laughed； muttered
something； and ended on a sigh。
“Aunt Charlotte was saying that it’s no good being married
unless you submit to your husband；” said Katharine；
framing her aunt’s words into a far more definite shape
than they had really worn； and when she spoke thus she
did not appear at all oldfashioned。 Lady Otway looked at
her and paused for a moment。
“Well； I really don’t advise a woman who wants to have
things her own way to get married；” she said； beginning
a fresh row rather elaborately。
Mrs。 Hilbery knew something of the circumstances which；
as she thought； had inspired this remark。 In a moment
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her face was clouded with sympathy which she did not
quite know how to express。
“What a shame it was！” she exclaimed； forgetting that
her train of thought might not be obvious to her listeners。
“But； Charlotte； it would have been much worse if Frank
had disgraced himself in any way。 And it isn’t what our
husbands get； but what they are。 I used to dream of white
horses and palanquins； too； but still； I like the inkpots
best。 And who knows？” she concluded； looking at Katharine；
“your father may be made a baro tomorrow。”
Lady Otway； who was Mr。 Hilbery’s sister； knew quite
well that； in private； the Hilberys called Sir Francis “that
old Turk；” and though she did not follow the drift of Mrs。
Hilbery’s remarks； she knew what prompted them。
“But if you can give way to your husband；” she said；
speaking to Katharine； as if there were a separate understanding
between them； “a happy marriage is the happiest
thing in the world。”
“Yes；” said Katharine； “but—” She did not mean to finish
her sentence； she merely wished to induce her mother
and her aunt to go on talking about marriage； for she was
in the mood to feel that other people could help her if
they would。 She went on knitting； but her fingers worked
with a decision that was oddly unlike the smooth and
contemplative sweep of Lady Otway’s plump hand。 Now
and then she looked swiftly at her mother； then at her
aunt。 Mrs。 Hilbery held a book in her hand； and was on
her way； as Katharine guessed； to the library； where another
paragraph was to be added to that varied assortment
of paragraphs； the Life of Richard Alardyce。 Normally；
Katharine would have hurried her mother downstairs；
and seen that no excuse for distraction came her
way。 Her attitude towards the poet’s life； however； had
changed with other changes； and she was content to forget
all about her scheme of hours。 Mrs。 Hilbery was secretly
delighted。 Her relief at finding herself excused
manifested itself in a series of sidelong glances of sly
humor in her daughter’s direction； and the indulgence
put her in the best of spirits。 Was she to be allowed merely
to sit and talk？ It was so much pleasanter to sit in a nice
room filled with all sorts of interesting odds and ends
which she hadn’t looked at for a year； at least； than to
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seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary。
“We’ve all had perfect husbands；” she concluded； generously
forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump。 “Not
that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man。 I
don’t mean a bad temper；” she corrected herself； with a
glance obviously in the direction of Sir Francis。 “I should
say a quick； impatient temper。 Most； in fact ALL great
men have had bad tempers—except your grandfather；
Katharine；” and here she sighed； and suggested that；
perhaps； she ought to go down to the library。
“But in the ordinary marriage； is it necessary to give
way to one’s husband？” said Katharine； taking no notice
of her mother’s suggestion； blind even to the depression
which had now taken possession of her at the thought of
her own inevitable death。
“I should say yes； certainly；” said Lady Otway； with a
decision most unusual for her。
“Then one ought to make up one’s mind to that before
one is married；” Katharine mused； seeming to address
herself。
Mrs。 Hilbery was not much interested in these remarks；
which seemed to have a melancholy tendency； and to
revive her spirits she had recourse to an infallible rem
edy—she looked out of the window。
“Do look at that lovely little blue bird！” she exclaimed；
and her eye looked with extreme pleasure at the soft sky。
at the trees； at the green fields visible behind those trees；
and at the leafless branches which surrounded the body
of the small blue tit。 Her sympathy with nature was exquisite。
“Most women know by instinct whether they can give it
or not；” Lady Otway slipped in quic