Alfred Brangwen; in Nottingham; saying that her son William was
ing to Ilkeston to take a place as junior draughtsman;
scarcely more than apprentice; in a lace factory。 He was twenty
years old; and would the Marsh Brangwens be friendly with
him。
Tom Brangwen at once wrote offering the young man a home at
the Marsh。 This was not accepted; but the Nottingham Brangwens
expressed gratitude。
There had never been much love lost between the Nottingham
Brangwens and the Marsh。 Indeed; Mrs。 Alfred; having inherited
three thousand pounds; and having occasion to be dissatisfied
with her husband; held aloof from all the Brangwens whatsoever。
She affected; however; some esteem of Mrs。 Tom; as she called
the Polish woman; saying that at any rate she was a lady。
Anna Brangwen was faintly excited at the news of her Cousin
Wills ing to Ilkeston。 She knew plenty of young men; but
they had never bee real to her。 She had seen in this young
gallant a nose she liked; in that a pleasant moustache; in the
other a nice way of wearing clothes; in one a ridiculous fringe
of hair; in another a ical way of talking。 They were objects
of amusement and faint wonder to her; rather than real beings;
the young men。
The only man she knew was her father; and; as he was
something large; looming; a kind of Godhead; he embraced all
manhood for her; and other men were just incidental。
She remembered her cousin Will。 He had town clothes and was
thin; with a very curious head; black as jet; with hair like
sleek; thin fur。 It was a curious head: it reminded her she knew
not of what: of some animal; some mysterious animal that lived
in the darkness under the leaves and never came out; but which
lived vividly; swift and intense。 She always thought of him with
that black; keen; blind head。 And she considered him odd。
He appeared at the Marsh one Sunday morning: a rather long;
thin youth with a bright face and a curious self…possession
among his shyness; a native unawareness of what other people