always suffused through with physical heat; he moved from
instinct to instinct; groping; always groping on。
When it was suggested to him that he might apply for one of
the posts as hand…work instructor; posts about to be created by
the Nottingham Education mittee; it was as if a space had
been given to him; into which he could remove from his hot;
dusky enclosure。 He sent in his application; confidently;
expectantly。 He had a sort of belief in his supernatural fate。
The inevitable weariness of his daily work had stiffened some of
his muscles; and made a slight deadness in his ruddy; alert
face。 Now he might escape。
He was full of the new possibilities; and his wife was
acquiescent。 She was willing now to have a change。 She too was
tired of Cossethay。 The house was too small for the growing
children。 And since she was nearly forty years old; she began to
e awake from her sleep of motherhood; her energy moved more
outwards。 The din of growing lives roused her from her apathy。
She too must have her hand in making life。 She was quite ready
to move; taking all her brood。 It would be better now if she
transplanted them。 For she had borne her last child; it would be
growing up。
So that in her easy; unused fashion she talked plans and
arrangements with her husband; indifferent really as to the
method of the change; since a change was ing; even if it did
not e in this way it would e in another。
The house was full of ferment。 Ursula was wild with
excitement。 At last her father was going to be something;
socially。 So long; he had been a social cypher; without form or
standing。 Now he was going to be Art and Handwork Instructor for
the County of Nottingham。 That was really a status。 It was a
position。 He would be a specialist in his way。 And he was an
unmon man。 Ursula felt they were all getting a foothold at
last。 He was ing to his own。 Who else that she knew could
turn out from his own fingers the beautiful things her father
could produce? She felt he was certain of this new job。
They would move。 They would leave this cottage at Cossethay
which had grown too small for them; they would leave Cossethay;
where the children had all been born; and where they were always
kept to the same measure。 For the people who had known them as
children along with the other village boys and girls would