she said.

“Where will you get the money from?” asked her father.

“Uncle Tom will give it me,” she said.

Again there was silence. This time she was triumphant.

Then at length her father lifted his head. His face was abstracted, he seemed to be abstracting himself, to make a pure statement.

“Well, you're not going all that distance away,” he said. “I'll ask Mr. Burt about a place here. I'm not going to have you by yourself at the other side of London.”

“But I've got to go to Kingston,” said Ursula.

“They've sent for me.”