She shrank away in childish anguish and dread。 What was it; what
awful thing was it?
The mother turned with her calm; almost superb manner。
〃What has she done; then?〃
〃Done? She shall go in the church no more; pulling and
littering and destroying。〃
The wife slowly rolled her eyes and lowered her eyelids。
〃What has she destroyed; then?〃
He did not know。
〃Ive just had Mrs。 Wilkinson at me;〃 he cried; 〃with a list
of things shes done。〃
Ursula withered under the contempt and anger of the 〃she〃; as
he spoke of her。
〃Send Mrs。 Wilkinson here to me with a list of the things
shes done;〃 said Anna。 〃I am the one to hear that。〃
〃Its not the things the child has done;〃 continued the
mother; 〃that have put you out so much; its because you cant
bear being spoken to by that old woman。 But you havent the
courage to turn on her when she attacks you; you bring your rage
here。〃
He relapsed into silence。 Ursula knew that he was wrong。 In
the outside; upper world; he was wrong。 Already came over the
child the cold sense of the impersonal world。 There she knew her
mother was right。 But still her heart clamoured after her
father; for him to be right; in his dark; sensuous underworld。
But he was angry; and went his way in blackness and brutal
silence again。
The child ran about absorbed in life; quiet; full of
amusement。 She did not notice things; nor changes nor
alterations。 One day she would find daisies in the grass;
another day; apple…blossoms would be sprinkled white on the
ground; and she would run among it; for pleasure because it was
there。 Yet again birds would be pecking at the cherries; her
father would throw cherries down from the tree all round her on