expect me to draw？” he said sharply… 。 “You tell me that you are not engaged to Rodney； I see you on what appear to be extremely intimate terms with another—with Ralph Denham。 What am I to conclude？ Are you；” he added； as she still said nothing； “engaged to Ralph Denham？” “No；” she replied。 His sense of relief was great； he had been certain that her answer would have confirmed his suspicions； but that anxiety being set at rest； he was the more conscious of annoyance with her for her behavior。 “Then all I can say is that you’ve very strange ideas of the proper way to behave… 。 People have drawn certain conclusions； nor am I surprised… 。 The more I think of it the more inexplicable I find it；” he went on； his anger 413 Night and Day rising as he spoke。 “Why am I left in ignorance of what is going on in my own house？ Why am I left to hear of these events for the first time from my sister？ Most disagree able—most upsetting。 How I’m to explain to your Uncle Francis—but I wash my hands of it。 Cassandra goes tomorrow。 I forbid Rodney the house。 As for the other young man； the sooner he makes himself scarce the better。 After placing the most implicit trust in you； Katharine—” He broke off； disquieted by the ominous silence with which his words were received； and looked at his daughter with the curious doubt as to her state of mind which he had felt before； for the first time； this evening。 He perceived once more that she was not attending to what he said； but was listening； and for a moment he； too； listened for sounds outside the room。 His certainty that there was some understanding between Denham and Katharine returned； but with a most unpleasant suspicion that there was something illicit about it； as the whole position between the young people seemed to him gravely illicit。 “I’ll speak to Denham；” he said； on the impulse of his suspicion； moving as if to go。 “I shall e with you；” Katharine said instantly； starting forward。 “You will stay here；” said her father。 “What are you going to say to him？” she asked。 “I suppose I may say what I like in my own house？” he returned。 “Then I go； too；” she replied。 At these words； which seemed to imply a determination to go—to go for ever； Mr。 Hilbery returned to his position in front of the fire； and began swaying slightly from side to side without for the moment making any remark。 “I understood you to say that you were not engaged to him；” he said at length； fixing his eyes upon his daughter。 “We are not engaged；” she said。 “It should be a matter of indifference to you； then； whether he es here or not—I will not have you listening to other things when I am speaking to you！” he broke off angrily； perceiving a slight movement on her part to one side。 “Answer me frankly； what is your relationship with this young man？” “Nothing that I can explain to a third person；” she said 414 Virginia Woolf obstinately。 “I will have no more of these equivocations；” he replied。 “I refuse to explain；” she returned； and as she said it the front door banged to。 “There！” she exclaimed。 “He is gone！” She flashed such a look of fiery indignation at her father that he lost his selfcontrol for a moment。 “For God’s sake； Katharine； control yourself！” he cried。 She looked for a moment like a wild animal caged in a civilized dwellingplace。 She glanced over the walls covered with books； as if for a second she had forgotten the position of the door。 Then she made as if to go； but her father laid his hand upon her shoulder。 He pelled her to sit down。 “These emotions have been very upsetting； naturally；” he said。 His manner had regained all its suavity； and he spoke with a soothing assumption of paternal authority。 “You’ve been placed in a very difficult position； as I understand from Cassandra。 Now let us e to terms； we will leave these agitating questions in peace for the present。 Meanwhile； let us try to behave like civilized beings。 Let us read Sir Walter Scott。 What d’you say to ‘The Antiquary；’ eh？ Or ‘The Bride of Lammermoor’？” He made his own choice； and before his daughter could protest or make her escape； she found herself being turned by the agency of Sir Walter Scott into a civilized human being。 Yet Mr。 Hilbery had grave doubts； as he read； whether the process was more than skindeep。 Civilization had been very profoundly and unpleasantly overthrown that evening； the extent of the ruin was still undetermined； he had lost his temper； a physical disaster not to be matched for the space of ten years or so； and his own condition urgently required soothing and renovating at the hands of the classics。 His house was in a state of revolution； he had a vision of unpleasant encounters on the staircase； his meals would be poisoned for days to e； was literature itself a specific against such disagreeables？ A note of hollowness was in his voice as he read。 415 Night and Day CHAPTER XXXIII Considering that Mr。 Hilbery lived in a house which was accurately numbered in order with its fellows； and that he filled up forms； paid rent； and had seven more years of tenancy to run； he had an excuse for laying down laws for the conduct of those who lived in his house； and this excuse； though profoundly inadequate； he found useful during the interregnum of civilization with which he now found himself faced。 In obedience to those laws； Rodney disappeared； Cassandra was dispatched to catch the eleventhirty on Monday morning； Denham was seen no more； so that only Katharine； the lawful occupant of the upper rooms； remained； and Mr。 Hilbery thought himself petent to see that she did nothing further to promise herself。 As he bade her good morning next day he was aware that he knew nothing of what she was thinking； but； as he reflected with some bitterness； even this was an advance upon the ignorance of the previous mornings。 He went to his study； wrote； tore up； and w