counted。 Still they were missing。 And pencils and india…rubbers
disappeared。 She kept the class staying behind; till the things
were found。 But as soon as Mr。 Harby had gone out of the room;
the boys began to jump about and shout; and at last they bolted
in a body from the school。
This was drawing near a crisis。 She could not tell Mr。 Harby
because; while he would punish the class; he would make her the
cause of the punishment; and her class would pay her back with
disobedience and derision。 Already there was a deadly hostility
grown up between her and the children。 After keeping in the
class; at evening; to finish some work; she would find boys
dodging behind her; calling after her: 〃Brangwen;
Brangwen……Proud…acre。〃
When she went into Ilkeston of a Saturday morning with
Gudrun; she heard again the voices yelling after her:
〃Brangwen; Brangwen。〃
She pretended to take no notice; but she coloured with shame
at being held up to derision in the public street。 She; Ursula
Brangwen of Cossethay; could not escape from the Standard Five
teacher which she was。 In vain she went out to buy ribbon for
her hat。 They called after her; the boys she tried to teach。
And one evening; as she went from the edge of the town into
the country; stones came flying at her。 Then the passion of
shame and anger surpassed her。 She walked on unheeding; beside
herself。 Because of the darkness she could not see who were
those that threw。 But she did not want to know。
Only in her soul a change took place。 Never more; and never
more would she give herself as individual to her class。 Never
would she; Ursula Brangwen; the girl she was; the person she
was; e into contact with those boys。 She would be Standard
Five teacher;