from such mental dissipation were certainly apparent
now that Cassandra was twentytwo； and had never
passed an examination； and daily showed herself less and
less capable of passing one。 The more serious prediction
that she could never possibly earn her living was also
verified。 But from all these short strands of different acplishments
Cassandra wove for herself an attitude； a
cast of mind； which； if useless； was found by some people
to have the not despicable virtues of vivacity and fresh
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ness。 Katharine； for example； thought her a most charming
panion。 The cousins seemed to assemble between
them a great range of qualities which are never found
united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people。
Where Katharine was simple； Cassandra was plex；
where Katharine was solid and direct； Cassandra was vague
and evasive。 In short； they represented very well the manly
and the womanly sides of the feminine nature； and； for
foundation； there was the profound unity of mon blood
between them。 If Cassandra adored Katharine she was
incapable of adoring any one without refreshing her spirit
with frequent draughts of raillery and criticism； and
Katharine enjoyed her laughter at least as much as her
respect。
Respect was certainly uppermost in Cassandra’s mind
at the present moment。 Katharine’s engagement had appealed
to her imagination as the first engagement in a
circle of contemporaries is apt to appeal to the imaginations
of the others； it was solemn； beautiful； and mysterious；
it gave both parties the important air of those who
have been initiated into some rite which is still con
cealed from the rest of the group。 For Katharine’s sake
Cassandra thought William a most distinguished and interesting
character； and weled first his conversation
and then his manuscript as the marks of a friendship
which it flattered and delighted her to inspire。
Katharine was still out when she arrived at Cheyne Walk。
After greeting her uncle and aunt and receiving； as usual；
a present of two sovereigns for “cab fares and dissipation”
from Uncle Trevor； whose favorite niece she was；
she changed her dress and wandered into Katharine’s room
to await her。 What a great lookingglass Katharine had；
she thought； and how mature all the arrangements upon
the dressingtable were pared to what she was used
to at home。 Glancing round； she thought that the bills
stuck upon a skewer and stood for ornament upon the
mantelpiece were astonishingly like Katharine； There
wasn’t a photograph of William anywhere to be seen。 The
room； with its bination of luxury and bareness； its
silk dressinggowns and crimson slippers； its shabby carpet
and bare walls； had a powerful air of Katharine herself；
she stood in the middle of the room and enjoyed the
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sensation； and then； with a desire to finger what her
cousin was in the habit of fingering； Cassandra began to
take down the books which stood in a row upon the shelf
above the bed。 In most houses this shelf is the ledge
upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves
as if； late at night； in the heart of privacy； people；
skeptical by day； find solace in sipping one draught of
the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may
steal from their hidingplaces in the dark。 But there was
no hymnbook here。 By their battered covers and enigmatical
contents； Cassandra judged them to be old schoolbooks
belonging to Uncle Trevor； and piously； though
eccentrically； preserved by his daughter。 There was no
end； she thought； to the unexpectedness of Katharine。
She had once had a passion for geometry herself； and；
curled upon Katharine’s quilt； she became absorbed in
trying to remember how far she had forgotten what she
once knew。 Katharine； ing in a little later； found her
deep in this characteristic pursuit。
“My dear；” Cassandra exclaimed； shaking the book at
her cousin； “my whole life’s changed from this moment！ I
must write the man’s name down at once； or I shall forget—”
Whose name； what book； which life was changed
Katharine proceeded to ascertain。 She began to lay aside
her clothes hurriedly； for she was very late。
“May I sit and watch you？” Cassandra asked； shutting
up her book。 “I got ready on purpose。”
“Oh； you’re ready； are you？” said Katharine； half turning
in the midst of her operations； and looking at
Cassandra； who sat； clasping her knees； on the edge of
the bed。
“There are people dining here；” she said； taking in the
effect of Cassandra from a new point of view。 After an
interval； the distinction； the irregular charm； of the small
face with its long tapering nose and its bright oval eyes
were very notable。 The hair rose up off the forehead rather
stiffly； and； given a more careful treatment by hairdressers
and dressmakers； the light angular figure might possess
a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth
century。
“Who’s ing to dinner？” Cassandra asked； anticipat
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ing further possibilities of rapture。
“There’s William； and； I believe； Aunt Eleanor and Uncle
Aubrey。”
“I’m so glad William is ing。 Did he tell you that he
sent me his manuscript？ I think it’s wonderful—I think
he’s almost good enough for you； Katharine。”
“You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think
of him。”
“I shan’t dare do that；” Cassandra asserted。
“Why？ You’re not afraid of him； are you？”
“A little—because he’s connected with you。”
Katharine smiled。
“But then； with your wellknown fidelity； considering that
you’re staying here at least a fortnight； you won’t have
any illusions left about me by the time you go。 I give you
a week； Cassandra。 I shall see my power fading day by day。
Now it’s at the climax； but tomorrow it’ll have begun to
fade。 What am I to wear； I wonder？ Find me a blue dress；
Cassandra； over there in the long wardrobe。”
She spoke disconnectedly； handling brush and b； and
pulling out the little drawers in her dressingtable and
leaving them open。 Cassandra； sitting on the bed behind
her； saw the reflection of her cousin’s face in the looking
glass。 The face in the lookingglass was serious and intent；
apparently occupied with other things besides the
straightness of the parting which； however； was being driven
as straight as a Roman road through the dark hair。 Cassandra
was impressed again by Katharine’s maturity； and； as she
enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the
whole of the long lookingglass with blue light and made
it the frame of a picture； holding not only the slightly
moving effigy of the beautiful woman； but shapes and colors
of objects reflected from the background； Cassandra
thought that no sight had ever been quite so romantic。 It
was all in keeping with the room and the house； and the
city round them； for her ears had not yet ceased to notice
the hum of distant wheels。
They went downstairs rather late； in spite of Katharine’s
extreme s