‘Oh I know,’ said Ursula. ‘It goes in applying the latest appliances!’

‘Exactly,’ said Gudrun.

‘You know he shot his brother?’ said Ursula.

‘Shot his brother?’ cried Gudrun, frowning as if in disapprobation.

‘Didn’t you know? Oh yes! — I thought you knew. He and his brother were playing together with a gun. He told his brother to look down the gun, and it was loaded, and blew the top of his head off. Isn’t it a horrible story?’

‘How fearful!’ cried Gudrun. ‘But it is long ago?’

‘Oh yes, they were quite boys,’ said Ursula. ‘I think it is one of the most horrible stories I know.’