“Well,” he said, “we must say good-bye to Miss Brangwen and wish her all good fortune for the future. I suppose we shall see her again some time, and hear how she is getting on.”

“Oh, yes,” said Ursula, stammering, blushing, laughing. “Oh, yes, I shall come and see you.”

Then she realized that this sounded too personal, and she felt foolish.

“Miss Schofield suggested these two books,” he said, putting a couple of volumes on the table: “I hope you will like them.”

Ursula feeling very shy picked up the books.

There was a volume of Swinburne's poetry, and a volume of Meredith's.

“Oh, I shall love them,”