〃Wheres that letter?〃
She gave it to him。 He sat looking at it。 〃You are requested
to call at the above offices on Thursday next〃 It
was a cold; official notice to Ursula herself and had nothing to
do with him。 So! She existed now as a separate social
individual。 It was for her to answer this note; without regard
to him。 He had even no right to interfere。 His heart was hard
and angry。
〃You had to do it behind our backs; had you?〃 he said; with a
sneer。 And her heart leapt with hot pain。 She knew she was
free……she had broken away from him。 He was beaten。
〃You said; let her try;〃 she retorted; almost apologizing
to him。
He did not hear。 He sat looking at the letter。
〃Education Office; Kingston…on…Thames〃……and then the
typewritten 〃Miss Ursula Brangwen; Yew Tree Cottage; Cossethay。〃
It was all so plete and so final。 He could not but feel the
new position Ursula held; as recipient of that letter。 It was an
iron in his soul。
〃Well;〃 he said at length; 〃youre not going。〃
Ursula started and could find no words to clamour her
revolt。
〃If you think youre going dancin off to th other side of
London; youre mistaken。〃
〃Why not?〃 she cried; at once hard fixed in her will to
go。
〃Thats why not;〃 he said。
And there was silence till Mrs。 Brangwen came downstairs。
〃Look here; Anna;〃 he said; handing her the letter。
She put back her head; seeing a typewritten letter;
anticipating trouble from the outside world。 There was the
curious; sliding motion of her eyes; as if she shut off her
sentient; maternal self; and a kind of hard trance; meaningless;
took its place。 Thus; meaningless; she glanced over the letter;
careful not to take it in。 She apprehended the contents with her
callous; superficial mind。 Her feeling self was shut down。