〃Where's 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； 〃you're not going。〃
Ursula started and could find no words to clamour her
revolt。
〃If you think you're going dancin' off to th' other side of
London； you're mistaken。〃
〃Why not？〃 she cried； at once hard fixed in her will to
go。
〃That's why not；〃 he said。
And there was silence till Mrs。 Brangwen came downstairs。
〃Look here； Anna；〃 he s