you never cared for my happiness.’
He was leaning forward watching her, his face intense like a spark.
‘Ursula, what are you saying? Keep your tongue still,’ cried her mother.
Ursula swung round, and the lights in her eyes flashed.
‘No, I won’t,’ she cried. ‘I won’t hold my tongue and be bullied. What does it matter which day I get married — what does it MATTER! It doesn’t affect anybody but myself.’
Her father was tense and gathered together like a cat about to spring.
‘Doesn’t it?’ he cried, coming nearer to her. She shrank away.
‘No, how can it?’