〃Sitting in the church there reminded me of Ingram。〃
〃Who is Ingram?〃 she asked。
She also affected calm superficiality。 But she knew that
something forbidden was ing。
〃He is one of the other men with me down at Chatham……a
subaltern……but a year older than I am。〃
〃And why did the church remind you of him?〃
〃Well; he had a girl in Rochester; and they always sat in a
particular corner in the cathedral for their love…making。〃
〃How nice!〃 she cried; impulsively。
They misunderstood each other。
〃It had its disadvantages though。 The verger made a row about
it。〃
〃What a shame! Why shouldnt they sit in a cathedral?〃
〃I suppose they all think it a profanity……except you and
Ingram and the girl。〃
〃I dont think it a profanity……I think its right; to
make love in a cathedral。〃
She said this almost defiantly; in despite of her own
soul。
He was silent。
〃And was she nice?〃
〃Who? Emily? Yes; she was rather nice。 She was a milliner;
and she wouldnt be seen in the streets with Ingram。 It was
rather sad; really; because the verger spied on them; and got to
know their names and then made a regular row。 It was a mon
tale afterwards。〃
〃What did she do?〃
〃She went to London; into a big shop。 Ingram still goes up to
see her。〃
〃Does he love her?〃
〃Its a year and a half hes been with her now。〃
〃What was she like?〃
〃Emily? Little; shy…violet sort of girl with nice
eyebrows。〃
Ursula meditated this。 It seemed like real romance of the
outer world。