other and enveloping everything in a vaporous indistinctness。 Meanwhile he remained conscious of his own concentrated desire； his impotence to bring about anything he wished； and his increasing agony of impatience。 426 Virginia Woolf Suddenly Mrs。 Hilbery pulled the cord with such decision that even Anderson had to listen to the order which she leant out of the window to give him。 The carriage pulled up abruptly in the middle of Whitehall before a large building dedicated to one of our Government offices。 In a second Mrs。 Hilbery was mounting the steps； and Ralph was left in too acute an irritation by this further delay even to speculate what errand took her now to the Board of Education。 He was about to jump from the carriage and take a cab； when Mrs。 Hilbery reappeared talking genially to a figure who remained hidden behind her。 “There’s plenty of room for us all；” she was saying。 “Plenty of room。 We could find space for four of you； William；” she added； opening the door； and Ralph found that Rodney had now joined their pany。 The two men glanced at each other。 If distress； shame； disfort in its most acute form were ever visible upon a human face； Ralph could read them all expressed beyond the eloquence of words upon the face of his unfortunate panion。 But Mrs。 Hilbery was either pletely unseeing or determined to appear so。 She went on talking； she talked； it seemed to both the young men； to some one outside； up in the air。 She talked about Shakespeare； she apostrophized the human race； she proclaimed the virtues of divine poetry； she began to recite verses which broke down in the middle。 The great advantage of her discourse was that it was self supporting。 It nourished itself until Cheyne Walk was reached upon half a dozen grunts and murmurs。 “Now；” she said； alighting briskly at her door； “here we are！” There was something airy and ironical in her voice and expression as she turned upon the doorstep and looked at them； which filled both Rodney and Denham with the same misgivings at having trusted their fortunes to such an ambassador； and Rodney actually hesitated upon the threshold and murmured to Denham： “You go in； Denham。 I …” He was turning tail； but the door opening and the familiar look of the house asserting its charm； he bolted in on the wake of the others； and the door shut upon his escape。 Mrs。 Hilbery led the way upstairs。 She took them to the drawingroom。 The fire burnt as usual； the little tables were laid with china 427 Night and Day and silver。 There was nobody there。 “Ah；” she said； “Katharine’s not here。 She must be upstairs in her room。 You have something to say to her； I know； Mr。 Denham。 You can find your way？” she vaguely indicated the ceiling with a gesture of her hand。 She had bee suddenly serious and posed； mistress in her own house。 The gesture with which she dismissed him had a dignity that Ralph never forgot。 She seemed to make him free with a wave of her hand to all that she possessed。 He left the room。 The Hilberys’ house was tall； possessing many stories and passages with closed doors； all； once he had passed the drawingroom floor； unknown to Ralph。 He mounted as high as he could and knocked at the first door he came to。 “May I e in？” he asked。 A voice from within answered “Yes。” He was conscious of a large window； full of light； of a bare table； and of a long lookingglass。 Katharine had risen； and was standing with some white papers in her hand； which slowly fluttered to the ground as she saw her visitor。 The explanation was a short one。 The sounds were inarticulate； no one could have understood the meaning save themselves。 As if the forces of the world were all at work to tear them asunder they sat； clasping hands； near enough to be taken even by the malicious eye of Time himself for a united couple； an indivisible unit。 “Don’t move； don’t go；” she begged of him； when he stooped to gather the papers she had let fall。 But he took them in his hands and； giving her by a sudden impulse his own unfinished dissertation； with its mystical conclusion； they read each other’s positions in silence。 Katharine read his sheets to an end； Ralph followed her figures as far as his mathematics would let him。 They came to the end of their tasks at about the same moment； and sat for a time in silence。 “Those were the papers you left on the seat at Kew；” said Ralph at length。 “You folded them so quickly that I couldn’t see what they were。” She blushed very deeply； but as she did not move or attempt to hide her face she had the appearance of some one disarmed of all defences； or Ralph likened her to a wild bird just settling with wings trembling to fold them 428 Virginia Woolf selves within reach of his hand。 The moment of exposure had been exquisitely painful—the light shed startlingly vivid。 She had now to get used to the fact that some one shared her loneliness。 The bewilderment was half shame and half the prelude to profound rejoicing。 Nor was she unconscious that on the surface the whole thing must appear of the utmost absurdity。 She looked to see whether Ralph smiled； but found his gaze fixed on her with such gravity that she turned to the belief that she had mitted no sacrilege but enriched herself； perhaps immeasurably； perhaps eternally。 She hardly dared steep herself in the infinite bliss。 But his glance seemed to ask for some assurance upon another point of vital interest to him。 It beseeched her mutely to tell him whether what she had read upon his confused sheet had any meaning or truth to her。 She bent her head once more to the papers she held。 “I like your little dot with the flames round it；” she said meditatively。 Ralph nearly tore the page from her hand in shame and despair when he saw her actually contemplating the idi otic symbol of his most confused and emotional moments。 He was convinced that it could mean nothing to another； although somehow to him it conve