Category: Night and Day

The tray which brought Katharine’s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day.

“Please find out the best way … Read the rest

The day was so different from other days to three people in the house that the common routine of household life–the maid waiting at table, Mrs. Hilbery writing a letter, the clock striking, and the door opening, and all the … Read the rest

Between twelve and one that Sunday night Katharine lay in bed, not asleep, but in that twilight region where a detached and humorous view of our own lot is possible; or if we must be serious, our seriousness is tempered … Read the rest

Like a strain of music, the effect of Katharine’s presence slowly died from the room in which Ralph sat alone. The music had ceased in the rapture of its melody. He strained to catch the faintest lingering echoes; for a … Read the rest