“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 reality to her. She was shirking it. It was reality, but it was all outside her.

And she fought against Mr. Brunt's representation. She did not want to realize.

“Will it be so terrible?” she said, quivering, rather beautiful, but