Mr. Brunt was crouching at the small stove, putting a little rice-pudding into the oven. He rose then, and attentively poked in a small saucepan on the hob with a fork. Then he replaced the saucepan lid.
"Aren't they done?" asked Ursula gaily, breaking in on his tense absorption.
She always kept a bright, blithe manner, and was pleasant to all the teachers. For she felt like the swan among the geese, of superior heritage and belonging. And her pride at being the swan in this ugly school was not yet abated.
"Not yet," replied Mr. Brunt, laconic.
"I wonder if my dish is hot," she said, bending down at the oven. She half expected him to look for her, but he took no notice. She was hungry and she poked her finger eagerly in the pot to see if her brussels sprouts and potatoes and meat were ready. They were not.
"Don't you think it's rather jolly bringing dinner?" she said to Mr. Brunt.
"I don't know as I do," he said, spreading a serviette on a corner of the table, and not looking at her.
"I suppose it is too far for you to go home?"
"Yes," he said. Then he rose and looked at her. He had the bluest, fiercest, most pointed eyes that she had ever met. He stared at her with growing fierceness.
"If I were you, Miss Brangwen," he said, menacingly, "I should get a bit tighter hand over my class."
Ursula shrank.
"Would you?" she asked, sweetly, yet in terror. "Aren't I strict enough?"
"Because," he repeated, taking no notice of her, "they'll get you down if you don't tackle 'em pretty quick. They'll pull you down, and worry you, till Harby gets you shifted—that's how it'll be. You won't be here another six weeks"—and he filled his mouth with food—"if you don't tackle 'em and tackle 'em quick."
"Oh, but" Ursula said, resentfully, ruefully. The terror was deep in her.
"Harby'll not help you. This is what he'll do—he'll let you go on, getting worse and worse, till either you clear out or he clears you out. It doesn't matter to me, except that you'll leave a class behind you as I hope I shan't have to cope with."
She heard the accusation in the man's voice, and felt condemned. But still, school had not yet become a definite
