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shared by most of the people who lived in these 
houses; seemed to indicate that whether it was a question 
of art; music; or government; they were well within 
the gates; and could smile indulgently at the vast mass 
of humanity which is forced to wait and struggle; and 
pay for entrance with mon coin at the door。 The gates 
opened instantly to admit Cassandra。 She was naturally 
critical of what went on inside; and inclined to quote 

what Henry would have said; but she often succeeded in 
contradicting Henry; in his absence; and invariably paid 
her partner at dinner; or the kind old lady who remembered 
her grandmother; the pliment of believing that 
there was meaning in what they said。 For the sake of the 
light in her eager eyes; much crudity of expression and 
some untidiness of person were forgiven her。 It was generally 
felt that; given a year or two of experience; introduced 
to good dressmakers; and preserved from bad influences; 
she would be an acquisition。 Those elderly ladies; 
who sit on the edge of ballrooms sampling the stuff 
of humanity between finger and thumb and breathing so 
evenly that the necklaces; which rise and fall upon their 
breasts; seem to represent some elemental force; such as 
the waves upon the ocean of humanity; concluded; a little 
smilingly; that she would do。 They meant that she would 
in all probability marry some young man whose mother 
they respected。 

William Rodney was fertile in suggestions。 He knew of 
little galleries; and select concerts; and private performances; 
and somehow made time to meet Katharine and 

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Cassandra; and to give them tea or dinner or supper in 
his rooms afterwards。 Each one of her fourteen days thus 
promised to bear some bright illumination in its sober 
text。 But Sunday approached。 The day is usually dedicated 
to Nature。 The weather was almost kindly enough 
for an expedition。 But Cassandra rejected Hampton Court; 
Greenwich; Richmond; and Kew in favor of the Zoological 
Gardens。 She had once trifled with the psychology of 
animals; and still knew something about inherited characteristics。 
On Sunday afternoon; therefore; Katharine; 
Cassandra; and William Rodney drove off to the Zoo。 As 
their cab approached the entrance; Katharine bent forward 
and waved her hand to a young man who was walking 
rapidly in the same direction。 

“There’s Ralph Denham!” she exclaimed。 “I told him to 
meet us here;” she added。 She had even e provided 
with a ticket for him。 William’s objection that he would 
not be admitted was; therefore; silenced directly。 But the 
way in which the two men greeted each other was significant 
of what was going to happen。 As soon as they 
had admired the little birds in the large cage William and 

Cassandra lagged behind; and Ralph and Katharine pressed 
on rather in advance。 It was an arrangement in which 
William took his part; and one that suited his convenience; 
but he was annoyed all the same。 He thought 
that Katharine should have told him that she had invited 
Denham to meet them。 

“One of Katharine’s friends;” he said rather sharply。 It 
was clear that he was irritated; and Cassandra felt for his 
annoyance。 They were standing by the pen of some Oriental 
hog; and she was prodding the brute gently with 
the point of her umbrella; when a thousand little observations 
seemed; in some way; to collect in one center。 
The center was one of intense and curious emotion。 Were 
they happy? She dismissed the question as she asked it; 
scorning herself for applying such simple measures to 
the rare and splendid emotions of so unique a couple。 
Nevertheless; her manner became immediately different; 
as if; for the first time; she felt consciously womanly; and 
as if William might conceivably wish later on to confide 
in her。 She forgot all about the psychology of animals; 
and the recurrence of blue eyes and brown; and became 

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instantly engrossed in her feelings as a woman who could 
administer consolation; and she hoped that Katharine 
would keep ahead with Mr。 Denham; as a child who plays 
at being grownup hopes that her mother won’t e in 
just yet; and spoil the game。 Or was it not rather that she 
had ceased to play at being grownup; and was conscious; 
suddenly; that she was alarmingly mature and in earnest? 

There was still unbroken silence between Katharine and 
Ralph Denham; but the occupants of the different cages 
served instead of speech。 

“What have you been doing since we met?” Ralph asked 
at length。 

“Doing?” she pondered。 “Walking in and out of other 
people’s houses。 I wonder if these animals are happy?” 
she speculated; stopping before a gray bear; who was 
philosophically playing with a tassel which once; perhaps; 
formed part of a lady’s parasol。 

“I’m afraid Rodney didn’t like my ing;” Ralph remarked。 


“No。 But he’ll soon get over that;” she replied。 The detachment 
expressed by her voice puzzled Ralph; and he 

would have been glad if she had explained her meaning 
further。 But he was not going to press her for explanations。 
Each moment was to be; as far as he could make it; 
plete in itself; owing nothing of its happiness to explanations; 
borrowing neither bright nor dark tints from 
the future。 

“The bears seem happy;” he remarked。 “But we must 
buy them a bag of something。 There’s the place to buy 
buns。 Let’s go and get them。” They walked to the counter 
piled with little paper bags; and each simultaneously produced 
a shilling and pressed it upon the young lady; who 
did not know whether to oblige the lady or the gentleman; 
but decided; from conventional reasons; that it was 
the part of the gentleman to pay。 

“I wish to pay;” said Ralph peremptorily; refusing the 
coin which Katharine tendered。 “I have a reason for what 
I do;” he added; seeing her smile at his tone of decision。 

“I believe you have a reason for everything;” she agreed; 
breaking the bun into parts and tossing them down the 
bears’ throats; “but I can’t believe it’s a good one this 
time。 What is your reason?” 

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He refused to tell her。 He could not explain to her that 
he was offering up consciously all his happiness to her; 
and wished; absurdly enough; to pour every possession 
he had upon the blazing pyre; even his silver and gold。 
He wished to keep this distance between them—the distance 
which separates the devotee from the image in the 
shrine。 

Circumstances conspired to make this easier than it 
would have been; had they been seated in a drawing
room; for example; with a teatray between them。 He saw 
her against a background of pale grottos and sleek hides; 
camels slanted their heavyridded eyes at her; giraffes 
fastidiously observed her from their melancholy eminence; 
and the pinklined trunks of elephants cautiously abstracted 
buns from her outstretched hands。 Then there 
were the hothouses。 He saw her bending over pythons 
coiled upon the sand; or considering the brown rock breaking 
the stagnant water of the alligators’ pool; or searching 
some minute section of tropical forest for the golden 
eye of a lizard or the indrawn movement of the green 
frogs’ flanks。 In particular; he saw her outlined against 

the deep green waters; in which squadrons of silvery fish 
wheeled incessantly; or ogled her for a moment; pressing 
their distorted mouths against the glass; quivering their 
tails straight out behind them。 Again; there was the insect 
house; where she lifted the blinds of the little cages; 
and marveled at the purple circles marked upon the rich 
tussore wings of some lately emerged and semiconscious 
butterfly; or at caterpillars immobile like the knobbed 
twigs of a paleskinned tree; or at slim green snakes stabbing 
the glass wall again and again with their flickering 
cleft tongues。 The heat of the air; and the bloom of heavy 
flowers; which swam in water or rose stiffly from great 
red jars; together with the display of curious patterns 
and fantastic shapes; produced an atmosphere in which 
human beings tended to 

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