“Sixty-three,” he answered.

“So many!” she said, gently. Then she remembered.

“But they're not all for your class, are they?” she added.

“Why aren't they?” he replied, a fierceness in his voice.

Ursula was rather frightened by his mechanical ignoring of her, and his directness of statement. It was something new to her. She had never been treated like this before, as if she did not count, as if she were addressing a machine.

“It is too many,” she said sympathetically.

“You'll get about the same,” he said.

That was all she received.