〃Well;〃 he said; 〃we must say good…bye to Miss Brangwen and
wish her all good fortune for the future。 I suppose we shall see
her again some time; and hear how she is getting on。〃
〃Oh; yes;〃 said Ursula; stammering; blushing; laughing。 〃Oh;
yes; I shall e and see you。〃
Then she realized that this sounded too personal; and she
felt foolish。
〃Miss Schofield suggested these two books;〃 he said; putting
a couple of volumes on the table: 〃I hope you will like
them。〃
Ursula feeling very shy picked up the books。 There was a
volume of Swinburnes poetry; and a volume of Merediths。
〃Oh; I shall love them;〃 she said。 〃Thank you very
much……thank you all so much……it is
so〃
She stuttered to an end; and very red; turned the leaves of
the books eagerly; pretending to be taking the first pleasure;
but really seeing nothing。
Mr。 Harbys eyes were twinkling。 He alone was at his ease;
master of the situation。 It was pleasing to him to make Ursula
the gift; and for once extend good feeling to his teachers。 As a
rule; it was so difficult; each one was so strained in
resentment under his rule。
〃Yes;〃 he said; 〃we hoped you would like the
choice〃
He looked with his peculiar; challenging smile for a moment;
then returned to his cupboards。
Ursula felt very confused。 She hugged her books; loving them。
And she felt that she loved all the teachers; and Mr。 Harby。 It
was very confusing。
At last she was out。 She cast one hasty glance over the
school buildings squatting on the asphalt yard in the hot;
glistening sun; one look down the well…known road; and turned
her back on it all。 Something strained in her heart。 She was
going away。