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 complete 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