Ursula; who was trembling violently; went and sat in her high
chair。 The blubbering of the boy continued。 The strident voice
of Mr。 Brunt; the roar of Mr。 Harby; came muffled through the
glass partition。 And now and then a pair of eyes rose from the
reading…book; rested on her a moment; watchful; as if
calculating impersonally; then sank again。
She sat still without moving; her eyes watching the class;
unseeing。 She was quite still; and weak。 She felt that she could
not raise her hand from the desk。 If she sat there for ever; she
felt she could not move again; nor utter a mand。 It was a
quarter…past four。 She almost dreaded the closing of the school;
when she would be alone。
The class began to recover its ease; the tension relaxed。
Williams was still crying。 Mr。 Brunt was giving orders for the
closing of the lesson。 Ursula got down。
〃Take your place; Williams;〃 she said。
He dragged his feet across the room; wiping his face on his
sleeve。 As he sat down; he glanced at her furtively; his eyes
still redder。 Now he looked like some beaten rat。
At last the children were gone。 Mr。 Harby trod by heavily;
without looking her way; or speaking。 Mr。 Brunt hesitated as she
was locking her cupboard。
〃If you settle Clarke and Letts in the same way; Miss
Brangwen; youll be all right;〃 he said; his blue eyes glancing
down in a strange fellowship; his long nose pointing at her。
〃Shall I?〃 she laughed nervously。 She did not want anybody to
talk to her。
As she went along the street; clattering on the granite
pavement; she was aware of boys dodging behind her。 Something
struck her hand that was carrying her bag; bruising her。 As it
rolled away she saw t