poignant sense of acquisition and enrichment and enlarging from
her studies； one afternoon； reading As You Like It； once when；
with her blood； she heard a passage of Latin； and she knew how
the blood beat in a Roman's body； so that ever after she felt
she knew the Romans by contact。 She enjoyed the vagaries of
English Grammar； because it gave her pleasure to detect the live
movements of words and sentences； and mathematics； the very
sight of the letters in Algebra； had a real lure for her。
She felt so much and so confusedly at this time； that her
face got a queer； wondering； half…scared look； as if she were
not sure what might seize upon her at any moment out of the
unknown。
Odd little bits of information stirred unfathomable passion
in her。 When she knew that in the tiny brown buds of autumn were
folded； minute and plete； the finished flowers of the summer
nine months hence； tiny； folded up； and left there waiting； a
flash of triumph and love went over her。
〃I could never die while there was a tree；〃 she said
passionately； sententiously； standing before a great ash in
worship。
It was the people who； somehow； walked as an upright menace
to her。 Her life at this time was unformed； palpitating；
essentially shrinking from all touch。 She gave something to
other people； but she was never herself； since she had no self。
She was not afraid nor ashamed before trees； and birds； and the
sky。 But she shrank violently from people； ashamed she was not
as they were； fixed； emphatic； but a wavering； undefined
sensibility only； without form or being。
Gudrun was at this time a great fort and shield to her。
The younger girl was a lithe； farouche animal； who
mistrusted all approach； and would have none of the petty
secrecies and jealousies of schoolgirl intimacy。 She would have
no truck with the tame cats； nice or not； because she believed
that they were all only untamed cats with a nasty； untrustworthy
habit of tameness。
This was a great stand…back for Ursula； who suffered agonies
when she thought a person disliked her； no matter how much she
despised that other person。 How could anyone dislike her； Ursula
Brangwen？ The question terrified her and was unanswerable。 She
sought refuge in Gudrun's natural； proud indifference。
It had been discovered that Gudrun had a talent for drawing。
This solved the problem of the girl's indifference to all study。
It was said of her； 〃She can draw marvellously。〃
Suddenly Ursula found a queer awareness existed between
herself and her class…mistress； Miss Inger。 The latter was a
rather beautiful woman of twenty…eight； a fearless…seeming；
clean type of modern girl whose very independence betrays her
sorrow。 She was clever； and expert in what she did； accurate；
quick； manding。
To Ursula she had always given pleasure； because of her
clear； decided； yet graceful appearance。 She carried her head
high； a little thrown back； and Ursula thought there was a look
of nobility in the way she twisted her smooth brown hair upon
her head。 She always wore clean； attractive； well…fitting
blouses； and a well…made skirt。 Everything about her was so
well…ordered； betraying a fine； clear spirit； that it was a
pleasure to sit in her class。
Her voice was just as ringing and clear； and with unwavering；
finely…touched modulation。 Her eyes were blue； clear； proud； she
gave one altogether the sense of a fine…mettled； scrupulously
groomed person； and of an unyielding mind。 Yet there was an
infinite poignancy about her； a great pathos in her lonely；
proudly closed mouth。
It was after Skrebensky had gone that there sprang up between
the mistress and the girl that strange awareness； then the
unspoken intimacy that sometimes connects two people who may
never even make each other's acquaintance。 Before； they had
always been good friends； in the undistinguished way of the
class…room； with the professional relationship of mistress and
scholar always present。 Now； however； another thing came to
pass。 When they were in the room together； they were aware of
each other； almost to the exclusion of everything else。 Winifred
Inger felt a hot delight in the lessons when Ursula was present；
Ursula felt her whole life begin when Miss Inger came into the
room。 Then； with the beloved； subtly…intimate teacher present；
the girl sat as within the rays of some enrichening sun； whose
intoxicating heat poured straight into her veins。
The state of bliss； when Miss Inger was present； was supreme
in the girl； but always eager； eager。 As she went home； Ursula
dreamed of the schoolmistress； made infinite dreams of things
she could give her； of how she might make the elder woman adore
her。
Miss Inger was a Bachelor of Arts； who had studied at
Newnham。 She was a clergyman's daughter； of good family。 But
what Ursula adored so much was her fine； upright； athletic
bearing； and her indomitably proud nature。 She was proud and
free as a man； yet exquisite as a woman。
The girl's heart burned in her breast as she set off for
school in the morning。 So eager was her breast； so glad her
feet； to travel towards the beloved。 Ah； Miss Inger； how
straight and fine was her back； how strong her loins； how calm
and free her limbs！
Ursula craved ceaselessly to know if Miss Inger cared for
her。 As yet no definite sign had been passed between the two。
Yet surely； surely Miss Inger loved her too； was fond of her；
liked her at least more than the rest of the scholars in the
class。 Yet she was never certain。 It might be that Miss Inger
cared nothing for her。 And yet； and yet； with blazing heart；
Ursula felt that if only she could speak to her； touch her； she
would know。
The summer term came； and with it the swimming class。 Miss
Inger was to take the swimming class。 Then Ursula trembled and
was dazed with passion。 Her hopes were soon to be realized。 She
would see Miss Inger in her bathing dress。
The day came。 In the great bath the water was glimmering pale
emerald green； a lovely； glimmering mass of colour within the
whitish marble…like confines。 Overhead the light fell softly and
the great green body of pure water moved under it as someone
dived from the side。
Ursula； trembling； hardly able to contain herself； pulled off
her clothes； put on her tight bathing…suit； and opened the door
of her cabin。 Two girls were in the water。 The mistress had not
appeared。 She waited。 A door opened。 Miss Inger came out；
dressed in a rust…red tunic like a Greek girl's； tied round the
waist； and a red silk handkerchief round her head。 How lovely
she looked！ Her knees were so white and strong and proud； and
she was firm…bodied as Diana。 She walked simply to the side of
the bath； and with a negligent movement； flung herself in。 For a
moment Ursula watched the white； smooth； strong shoulders； and
the easy arms swimming。 Then she too dived into the water。
Now； ah now； she was swimming in the same water with her dear
mistress。 The girl moved her limbs voluptuously； and swam by
herself； deliciously； yet with a craving of unsatisfaction。 She
wanted to touch the other； to touch her； to feel her。
〃I will race you； Ursula；〃 came the well…modulated voice。
Ursula star