what to say。
〃I thought I might look in；〃 he said； 〃knowing you were
friends of my brother's。 I had to e to Wirksworth。〃
She saw at once that he was a Brangwen。
〃Will you e in？〃 she said。 〃My father is lying down。〃
She took him into a drawing…room； full of books； with a piano
and a violin…stand。 And they talked； she simply and easily。 She
was full of dignity。 The room was of a kind Brangwen had never
known； the atmosphere seemed open and spacious； like a
mountain…top to him。
〃Does my brother like reading？〃 he asked。
〃Some things。 He has been reading Herbert Spencer。 And we
read Browning sometimes。〃
Brangwen was full of admiration； deep thrilling； almost
reverential admiration。 He looked at her with lit…up eyes when
she said； 〃we read〃。 At last he burst out； looking round the
room：
〃I didn't know our Alfred was this way inclined。〃
〃He is quite an unusual man。〃
He looked at her in amazement。 She evidently had a new idea
of his brother： she evidently appreciated him。 He looked again
at the woman。 She was about forty； straight； rather hard； a
curious； separate creature。 Himself； he was not in love with
her； there was something chilling about her。 But he was filled
with boundless admiration。
At tea…time he was introduced to her father； an invalid who
had to be helped about； but who was ruddy and we