sank, seeing even Miss Schofield in the deadly bondage.

“It is Mr. Harby,” said Maggie Schofield, breaking forth.

“I don't think I could live again in the big room — Mr.

Brunt's voice and Mr. Harby — ah — — ”

She turned aside her head with a deep hurt. Some things she could not bear.

“Is Mr. Harby really horrid?” asked Ursula, venturing into her own dread.

“He! — why, he's just a bully,” said Miss Schofield, raising her shamed dark eyes, that flamed with tortured contempt. “He's not bad as long as you keep in with him, and refer to him, and do everything in his way — but —