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Night and Day
by Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Night and Day
by Virginia Woolf
CHAPTER I
It was a Sunday evening in October； and in mon with
many other young ladies of her class； Katharine Hilbery
was pouring out tea。 Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was
thus occupied； and the remaining parts leapt over the
little barrier of day which interposed between Monday
morning and this rather subdued moment； and played
with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the
daylight。 But although she was silent； she was evidently
mistress of a situation which was familiar enough to her；
and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth
time； perhaps； without bringing into play any of her un
occupied faculties。 A single glance was enough to show
that Mrs。 Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea
parties of elderly distinguished people successful； that
she scarcely needed any help from her daughter； provided
that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter
was discharged for her。
Considering that the little party had been seated round
the teatable for less than twenty minutes； the animation
observable on their faces； and the amount of sound
they were producing collectively； were very creditable to
the hostess。 It suddenly came into Katharine’s mind that
if some one opened the door at this moment he would
think that they were enjoying themselves； he would think；
“What an extremely nice house to e into！” and instinctively
she laughed； and said something to increase
the noise； for the credit of the house presumably； since
she herself had not been feeling exhilarated。 At the very
same moment； rather to her amusement； the door was
flung open； and a young man entered the room。 Katharine；
as she shook hands with him； asked him； in her own
mind； “Now； do you think we’re enjoying ourselves enor
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mously？” … “Mr。 Denham； mother；” she said aloud； for
she saw that her mother had forgotten his name。
That fact was perceptible to Mr。 Denham also； and increased
the awkwardness which inevitably attends the
entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at
their ease； and all launched upon sentences。 At the same
time； it seemed to Mr。 Denham as if a thousand softly
padded doors had closed between him and the street
outside。 A fine mist； the etherealized essence of the fog；
hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the
drawingroom； all silver where the candles were grouped
on the teatable； and ruddy again in the firelight。 With
the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head； and his
body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets
and in and out of traffic and footpassengers； this drawing
room seemed very remote and still； and the faces of
the elderly people were mellowed； at some distance from
each other； and had a bloom on them owing to the fact
that the air in the drawingroom was thickened by blue
grains of mist。 Mr。 Denham had e in as Mr。 Fortescue；
the eminent novelist； reached the middle of a very long
sentence。 He kept this suspended while the newer
sat down； and Mrs。 Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts
by leaning towards him and remarking：
“Now； what would you do if you were married to an
engineer； and had to live in Manchester； Mr。 Denham？”
“Surely she could learn Persian；” broke in a thin； elderly
gentleman。 “Is there no retired schoolmaster or man
of letters in Manchester with whom she could read Persian？”
“A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in
Manchester；” Katharine explained。 Mr。 Denham muttered
something； which was indeed all that was required of
him； and the novelist went on where he had left off。
Privately； Mr。 Denham cursed himself very sharply for
having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated
drawingroom； where； among other
disagreeables； he certainly would not appear at his best。
He glanced round him； and saw that； save for Katharine；
they were all over forty； the only consolation being that
Mr。 Fortescue was a considerable celebrity； so that tomorrow
one might be glad to have met him。
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“Have you ever been to Manchester？” he asked
Katharine。
“Never；” she replied。
“Why do you object to it； then？”
Katharine stirred her tea； and seemed to speculate； so
Denham thought； upon the duty of filling somebody else’s
cup； but she was really wondering how she was going to
keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest。
She observed that he was pressing his teacup； so
that there was danger lest the thin china might cave
inwards。 She could see that he was nervous； one would
expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened
by the wind； and his hair not altogether smooth； to be
nervous in such a party。 Further； he probably disliked this
kind of thing； and had e out of curiosity； or because
her father had invited him—anyhow； he would not be
easily bined with the rest。
“I should think there would be no one to talk to in
Manchester；” she replied at random。 Mr。 Fortescue had
been observing her for a moment or two； as novelists are
inclined to observe； and at this remark he smiled； and
made it the text for a little further speculation。
“In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration； Katharine
decidedly hits the mark；” he said； and lying back in his
chair； with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the
ceiling； and the tips of his fingers pressed together； he
depicted； first the horrors of the streets of Manchester；
and then the bare； immense moors on the outskirts of the
town； and then the scrubby little house in which the girl
would live； and then the professors and the miserable young
students devoted to the more strenuous works of our
younger dramatists； who would visit her； and how her appearance
would change by degrees； and how she would fly
to London； and how Katharine would have to lead her about；
as one leads an eager dog on a chain； past rows of clamorous
butchers’ shops； poor dear creature。
“Oh； Mr。 Fortescue；” exclaimed Mrs。 Hilbery； as he finished；
“I had just written to say how I envied her！ I was
thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in
mittens； who read nothing but the “Spectator；” and snuff
the candles。 Have they ALL disappeared？ I told her she
would find the nice things of London without the horrid
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streets that depress one so。”
“There is the University；” said the thin gentleman； who
had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing
Persian。
“I know there are moors there； because I read about
them in a book the other day；” said Katharine。
“I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family；”
Mr。 Hilbery remarked。 He was an elderly man； with a
pair of oval； hazel eyes which were rather bright for his
time of life； and relieved the heaviness of his face。 He
played constantly with a little green stone attached to
his watchchain； thus displaying long and very sensitive
fingers； and had a habit of moving his head hither and
thither very quickly without altering the position of his
large and rather corpulent body； so that he seemed to be
providing himself incessantly with food for amusement
and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy。
One might suppose that he had passed the time of
life when his ambitions were personal； or that he had
gratified them as far as he was likely to do； and now
employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe
and reflect than to attain any result。
Katharine； so Denham decided； while Mr。 Fortescue built
up another rounded structure of words； had a likeness to
each of her parents； but these elements were rather oddly
blended。 She had the quick； impulsive movements of her
mother； the lips parting often to speak； and closing again；
and the dark oval eyes