believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situation was not without its sweetness.
When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying, “We’re not going to interrupt you,” she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front of the room with the relics. This refuge was none of her willing, but confronted with wet pavements and only some belated museum or Tube station for shelter, she was forced, for Ralph’s sake, to face the discomforts of her own house. Under the street lamps she had thought him looking both tired and strained.
Thus separated, the two couples remained occupied for some time with their own affairs. Only the lowest murmurs penetrated from one section of the room to the other. At length the maid came in to bring a message that Mr. Hilbery would not be home for dinner. It was true that there was no need that Katharine should be informed, but William began to inquire Cassandra’s opinion in such a way as to show that, with or without reason, he wished very much to speak to her.
From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him.
“But don’t you think it’s a little unsociable?” he hazarded. “Why not do something amusing?—go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?” The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra’s heart to leap with pleasure.
“Don’t you think they must be———?” she began, but William hastily took her up.
“Oh, I know nothing about that. I only thought we might amuse ourselves, as your uncle’s out.”
He proceeded on his embassy with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment which caused him to turn aside
