might be; since he was himself。
When Anna came downstairs in her Sunday clothes; ready for
church; he rose and greeted her conventionally; shaking hands。
His manners were better than hers。 She flushed。 She noticed that
he now had a thick fledge on his upper lip; a black;
finely…shapen line marking his wide mouth。 It rather repelled
her。 It reminded her of the thin; fine fur of his hair。 She was
aware of something strange in him。
His voice had rather high upper notes; and very resonant
middle notes。 It was queer。 She wondered why he did it。 But he
sat very naturally in the Marsh living…room。 He had some
uncouthness; some natural self…possession of the Brangwens; that
made him at home there。
Anna was rather troubled by the strangely intimate;
affectionate way her father had towards this young man。 He
seemed gentle towards him; he put himself aside in order to fill
out the young man。 This irritated Anna。
〃Father;〃 she said abruptly; 〃give me some collection。〃
〃What collection?〃 asked Brangwen。
〃Dont be ridiculous;〃 she cried; flushing。
〃Nay;〃 he said; 〃what collections this?〃
〃You know its the first Sunday of the month。〃
Anna stood confused。 Why was he doing this; why was he making
her conspicuous before this stranger?
〃I want some collection;〃 she reasserted。
〃So tha says;〃 he replied indifferently; looking at her; then
turning again to this nephew。
She went forward; and thrust her hand into his breeches
pocket。 He smoked steadily; making no resistance; talking to his
nephew。 Her hand groped about in his pocket; and then drew out
his leathern purse。 Her colour was bright in her clear cheeks;
her eyes shone。 Brangwens eyes were twinkling。 The nephew sat
sheepishly。 Anna; in her finery; sat down and slid all the money
into her lap。 There was silver and gold。 The youth could not
help watching her。 She was bent over the heap of money;