Night and Day

by Virginia Woolf

TO
VANESSA BELL
BUT, LOOKING FOR A PHRASE,
I FOUND NONE TO STAND
BESIDE YOUR NAME


Contents

[CHAPTER I. ]
[CHAPTER II. ]
[CHAPTER III. ]
[CHAPTER IV. ]
[CHAPTER V. ]
[CHAPTER VI. ]
[CHAPTER VII. ]
[CHAPTER VIII. ]
[CHAPTER IX. ]
[CHAPTER X. ]
[CHAPTER XI. ]
[CHAPTER XII. ]
[CHAPTER XIII. ]
[CHAPTER XIV. ]
[CHAPTER XV. ]
[CHAPTER XVI. ]
[CHAPTER XVII. ]
[CHAPTER XVIII. ]
[CHAPTER XIX. ]
[CHAPTER XX. ]
[CHAPTER XXI. ]
[CHAPTER XXII. ]
[CHAPTER XXIII. ]
[CHAPTER XXIV. ]
[CHAPTER XXV. ]
[CHAPTER XXVI. ]
[CHAPTER XXVII. ]
[CHAPTER XXVIII. ]
[CHAPTER XXIX. ]
[CHAPTER XXX. ]
[CHAPTER XXXI. ]
[CHAPTER XXXII. ]
[CHAPTER XXXIII. ]
[CHAPTER XXXIV. ]

NIGHT AND DAY

CHAPTER I

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.

Considering that the little party had been seated round the tea-table for less than twenty minutes, the animation observable on their faces, and the amount of sound they were producing collectively, were very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine’s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, “What an extremely nice house to come into!” and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, “Now, do you think we’re enjoying ourselves enormously?”... “Mr. Denham, mother,” she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name.