“I think it's wrong,” said Ethel, lifting her head with impatience. “You don't know him.”

She spoke with some contempt.

“Yes, I do. He is half a Pole, and a Baron too. In England he is equivalent to a Lord. My grandmother was his father's friend.”

But the two friends were hostile. It was as if Ursula wanted to divide herself from her acquaintances, in asserting her connection with Anton, as she now called him.

He came a good deal to Cossethay, because her mother was fond of him.

Anna Brangwen became something of a grande dame with Skrebensky, very calm, taking things for granted.

“Aren't the children in