effort thrown away； not to speak of pounds； shillings； and pence。 Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself； Miss Hilbery？” he added； screwing his mouth into a queer little smile； as if to show that the question had its frivolous side。 Katharine smiled； too。 Her unlikeness to the rest of them had； by this time； perated to Mr。 Clacton； who was not naturally observant； and he was wondering who she was； this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs。 Seal to try and make a convert of her。 Mary； too； looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy。 For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy。 She had scarcely spoken； and her silence； though grave and even thoughtful； seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes。 “Well； there are more in this house than I’d any notion of；” she said。 “On the ground floor you protect natives； on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts—” “Why do you say that ‘we’ do these things？” Mary interposed； rather sharply。 “We’re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us。” Mr。 Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the 72 Virginia Woolf young ladies in turn。 He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery； which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream。 Mary； on the other hand； was more of his own sort； and a little too much inclined to order him about。 He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity。 “You don’t belong to our society； then？” said Mrs。 Seal。 “No； I’m afraid I don’t；” said Katharine； with such ready candor that Mrs。 Seal was nonplussed； and stared at her with a puzzled expression； as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her。 “But surely “ she began。 “Mrs。 Seal is an enthusiast in these matters；” said Mr。 Clacton； almost apologetically。 “We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own… 。 “Punch” has a very funny picture this week； about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer。 Have you seen this week’s “Punch；” Miss Datchet？” Mary laughed； and said “No。” Mr。 Clacton then told them the substance of the joke； which； however； depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people’s faces。 Mrs。 Seal sat all the time perfectly grave。 Directly he had done speaking she burst out： “But surely； if you care about the welfare of your sex at all； you must wish them to have the vote？” “I never said I didn’t wish them to have the vote；” Katharine protested。 “Then why aren’t you a member of our society？” Mrs。 Seal demanded。 Katharine stirred her spoon round and round； stared into the swirl of the tea； and remained silent。 Mr。 Clacton； meanwhile； framed a question which； after a moment’s hesitation； he put to Katharine。 “Are you in any way related； I wonder； to the poet Alardyce？ His daughter； I believe； married a Mr。 Hilbery。” “Yes； I’m the poet’s granddaughter；” said Katharine； with a little sigh； after a pause； and for a moment they were all silent。 “The poet’s granddaughter！” Mrs。 Seal repeated； half to herself； with a shake of her head； as if that explained 73 Night and Day what was otherwise inexplicable。 The light kindled in Mr。 Clacton’s eye。 “Ah； indeed。 That interests me very much；” he said。 “I owe a great debt to your grandfather； Miss Hilbery。 At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart。 But one gets out of the way of reading poetry； unfortunately。 You don’t remember him； I suppose？” A sharp rap at the door made Katharine’s answer inaudible。 Mrs。 Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes； and exclaiming： “The proofs at last！” ran to open the door。 “Oh； it’s only Mr。 Denham！” she cried； without any attempt to conceal her disappointment。 Ralph； Katharine supposed； was a frequent visitor； for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself； and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying： “Katharine has e to see how one runs an office。” Ralph felt himself stiffen unfortably； as he said： “I hope Mary hasn’t persuaded you that she knows how to run an office？” “What； doesn’t she？” said Katharine； looking from one to the other。 At these remarks Mrs。 Seal began to exhibit signs of disposure； which displayed themselves by a tossing movement of her head； and； as Ralph took a letter from his pocket； and placed his finger upon a certain sentence； she forestalled him by exclaiming in confusion： “Now； I know what you’re going to say； Mr。 Denham！ But it was the day Kit Markham was here； and she upsets one so—with her wonderful vitality； always thinking of something new that we ought to be doing and aren’t— and I was conscious at the time that my dates were mixed。 It had nothing to do with Mary at all； I assure you。” “My dear Sally； don’t apologize；” said Mary； laughing。 “Men are such pedants—they don’t know what things matter； and what things don’t。” “Now； Denham； speak up for our sex；” said Mr。 Clacton in a jocular manner； indeed； but like most insignificant men he was very quick to resent being found fault with by a woman； in argument with whom he was fond of calling himself “a mere man。” He wished； however； to enter into a literary conservation with Miss Hilbery； and 74 Virginia Woolf thus let the matter drop。 “Doesn’t it seem strange to you； Miss Hilbery；” he said； “that the French； with all their wealth of illustrious names； have no poet who can pare with your grandfather？ Let me see。 There’s Chenier and Hugo and Alfred de Musset—wonderful men； but； at the same time； there’s a richness； a freshness about Al