〃Though I know he is troublesome sometimes……but I think
it was too much。 His body is covered with marks。〃
Mr。 Harby stood sturdy and unmoved; waiting now to have done;
with the twinkling; tiny wrinkles of an ironical smile at the
corners of his eyes。 He felt himself master of the
situation。
〃And he was violently sick。 I couldnt possibly send him to
school to…day。 He couldnt keep his head up。〃
Yet she had no answer。
〃You will understand; sir; why he is absent;〃 she said;
turning to Mr。 Harby。
〃Oh; yes;〃 he said; rough and off…hand。 Ursula detested him
for his male triumph。 And she loathed the woman。 She loathed
everything。
〃You will try to have it remembered; sir; that he has a weak
heart。 He is so sick after these things。〃
〃Yes;〃 said the headmaster; 〃Ill see about it。〃
〃I know he is troublesome;〃 the woman only addressed herself
to the male now……〃but if you could have him punished
without beating……he is really delicate。〃
Ursula was beginning to feel upset。 Harby stood in rather
superb mastery; the woman cringing to him to tickle him as one
tickles trout。
〃I had e to explain why he was away this morning; sir。 You
will understand。〃
She held out her hand。 Harby took it and let it go; surprised
and angry。
〃Good morning;〃 she said; and she gave her gloved; seedy hand
to Ursula。 She was not ill…looking; and had a curious
insinuating way; very distasteful yet effective。
〃Good morning; Mr。 Harby; and thank you。〃
The figure in the grey costume and the purple hat was going
across the school yard with a curious lingering walk。 Ursula
felt a strange pity for her; and revulsion from her。 She
shuddered。 She went into the school again。
The next morning Williams turned up; looking paler than ever;