in the library. Then he sent for his daughter. She came accompanied by Mademoiselle.

‘Winnie, this is Miss Brangwen, who will be so kind as to help you with your drawing and making models of your animals,’ said the father.

The child looked at Gudrun for a moment with interest, before she came forward and with face averted offered her hand. There was a complete SANG FROID and indifference under Winifred’s childish reserve, a certain irresponsible callousness.

‘How do you do?’ said the child, not lifting her face.

‘How do you do?’ said Gudrun.

Then Winifred stood aside, and Gudrun was introduced to Mademoiselle.