He lifted his face; the sore…rimmed eyes half smiling。 There
was something intrinsically indecent about him。 Ursula shrank
away。
〃Nothing;〃 he replied; feeling a triumph。
〃What are you doing?〃 she repeated; her heart…beat
suffocating her。
〃Nothing;〃 replied the boy; insolently; aggrieved; ic。
〃If I speak to you again; you must go down to Mr。 Harby;〃 she
said。
But this boy was a match even for Mr。 Harby。 He was so
persistent; so cringing; and flexible; he howled so when he was
hurt; that the master hated more the teacher who sent him than
he hated the boy himself。 For of the boy he was sick of the
sight。 Which Williams knew。 He grinned visibly。
Ursula turned to the map again; to go on with the geography
lesson。 But there was a little ferment in the class。 Williams
spirit infected them all。 She heard a scuffle; and then she
trembled inwardly。 If they all turned on her this time; she was
beaten。
〃Please; miss〃 called a voice in distress。
She turned round。 One of the boys she liked was ruefully
holding out a torn celluloid collar。 She heard the plaint;
feeling futile。
〃Go in front; Wright;〃 she said。
She was trembling in every fibre。 A big; sullen boy; not bad
but very difficult; slouched out to the front。 She went on with
the lesson; aware that Williams was making faces at Wright; and
that Wright was grinning behind her。 She was afraid。 She turned
to the map again。 And she was afraid。
〃Please; miss; Williams〃 came a sharp cry; and
a boy on the back row was standing up; with drawn; pained brows;
half a mocking grin on his pain; half real resentment against
Williams……〃Please; miss; hes nipped me;〃……and he
rubbed his leg ruefully。
〃e in front; Williams;〃 she said。
The rat…like boy sat with his pale smile and did not