said。
〃Where will you get the money from?〃 asked her father。
〃Uncle Tom will give it me;〃 she said。
Again there was silence。 This time she was triumphant。
Then at length her father lifted his head。 His face was
abstracted; he seemed to be abstracting himself; to make a pure
statement。
〃Well; youre not going all that distance away;〃 he said。
〃Ill ask Mr。 Burt about a place here。 Im not going to have you
by yourself at the other side of London。〃
〃But Ive got to go to Kingston;〃 said Ursula。
〃Theyve sent for me。〃
〃Theyll do without you;〃 he said。
There was a trembling silence when she was on the point of
tears。
〃Well;〃 she said; low and tense; 〃you can put me off this;
but Im going to have a place。 Im not going to
stop at home。〃
〃Nobody wants you to stop at home;〃 he suddenly shouted;
going livid with rage。
She said no more。 Her nature had gone hard and smiling in its
own arrogance; in its own antagonistic indifference to the rest
of them。 This was the state in which he wanted to kill her。 She
went singing into the parlour。
Cest la mere Michel qui a perdu son chat;
Qui cri par la fenetre quest…ce qui le lue renda〃
During the next days Ursula went about bright and hard;
singing to herself; making love to the children; but her soul
hard and cold with regard to her parents。 Nothing more was said。
The hardness and brightness lasted for four days。 Then it began
to break up。 So at evening she said to her father:
〃Have you spoken about a place for me?〃
〃I spoke to Mr。 Burt。〃
〃What did he say?〃
〃Theres a mittee meeting to…morrow。 Hell tell me on
Friday。〃