would fight with any man in the town — a garrison town — and was a little man too. But he wouldn’t work for anybody — set his heart against it, and wouldn’t.’
‘And how did you live then?’ asked Ursula.
He looked at her — then, suddenly, at Gudrun.
‘Do you understand?’ he asked.
‘Enough,’ she replied.
Their eyes met for a moment. Then he looked away. He would say no more.
‘And how did you become a sculptor?’ asked Ursula.
‘How did I become a sculptor — ’ he paused. ‘Dunque — ’ he resumed, in a changed manner, and beginning to speak French —