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  Night & Day

  It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common 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 unoccupied

  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.

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