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his forehead suddenly deepen. He stretched out an arm and placed a log upon the fire, constraining himself to fit it carefully into the frail red scaffolding, and also to limit his thoughts to this one room.

Mary had ceased to stroke her brotherā€™s head; he moved it impatiently between her knees, and, much as though he were a child, she began once more to part the thick, reddish-colored locks this way and that. But a far stronger passion had taken possession of her soul than any her brother could inspire in her, and, seeing Ralphā€™s change of expression, her hand almost automatically continued its movements, while her mind plunged desperately for some hold upon slippery banks.

XVI

Into that same black night, almost, indeed, into the very same layer of starlit air, Katharine Hilbery was now gazing, although not with a view to the prospects of a fine day for duck shooting on the morrow. She was walking up and down a gravel path in the garden of Stogdon House, her sight of the heavens being partially intercepted by the light leafless hoops of a pergola. Thus a spray of clematis would completely obscure Cassiopeia, or blot out with its black pattern myriads of miles of the Milky Way. At the end of the pergola, however, there was a stone seat, from which the sky could be seen completely swept clear of any earthly interruption, save to the right, indeed, where a line of elm-trees was beautifully sprinkled with stars, and a low stable building had a full drop of quivering silver just issuing from the mouth of the chimney. It was a moonless night, but the light of the stars was sufficient to show the outline of the young womanā€™s form, and the shape of her face gazing gravely, indeed almost sternly, into the sky. She had come out into the winterā€™s night, which was mild enough, not so much to look with scientific eyes upon the stars, as to shake herself free from certain purely terrestrial discontents. Much as a literary person in like circumstances would begin, absentmindedly, pulling out volume after volume, so she stepped into the garden in order to have the stars at hand, even though she did not look at them. Not to be happy, when she was supposed to be happier than she would ever be againā ā€”that, as far as she could see, was the origin of a discontent which had begun almost as soon as she arrived, two days before, and seemed now so intolerable that she had left the family party, and come out here to consider it by herself. It was not she who thought herself unhappy, but her cousins, who thought it for her. The house was full of cousins, much of her age, or even younger, and among them they had some terribly bright eyes. They seemed always on the search for something between her and Rodney, which they expected to find, and yet did not find; and when they searched, Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete satisfaction, and her self-love was now a little ruffled. She would have liked to break through the reserve habitual to her in order to justify her engagement to someone whose opinion she valued. No one had spoken a word of criticism, but they left her alone with William; not that that would have mattered, if they had not left her alone so politely; and, perhaps, that would not have mattered if they had not seemed so queerly silent, almost respectful, in her presence, which gave way to criticism, she felt, out of it.

Looking now and then at the sky, she went through the list of her cousinsā€™ names: Eleanor, Humphrey, Marmaduke, Silvia, Henry, Cassandra, Gilbert, and Mostynā ā€”Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this:

ā€œTo begin with, Iā€™m very fond of William. You canā€™t deny that. I know him better than anyone, almost. But why Iā€™m marrying him is, partly, I admitā ā€”Iā€™m being quite honest with you, and you mustnā€™t tell anyoneā ā€”partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isnā€™t possible at home. Itā€™s all very well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our house is. You wouldnā€™t be happy either, if you didnā€™t do something. It isnā€™t that I havenā€™t the time at homeā ā€”itā€™s the atmosphere.ā€ Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed:

ā€œWell, but what do you want to do?ā€

Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion.

ā€œI should like,ā€ she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice, ā€œto study mathematicsā ā€”to know about the stars.ā€

Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all his doubts; he only said something about the difficulties of mathematics, and remarked that very little was known about the stars.

Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case.

ā€œI donā€™t care much whether I ever get to know anythingā ā€”but I want to work out something in figuresā ā€”something that hasnā€™t got to do with human beings. I donā€™t want people particularly. In some ways, Henry, Iā€™m a humbugā ā€”I mean, Iā€™m not what you all take me for. Iā€™m not domestic, or very practical or sensible, really. And if I could calculate things, and

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