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〃Oh；　where's　that？〃　he　said。

〃At　Kingston…on…Thames。　I　must　go　on　Thursday　for　an

interview　with　the　mittee。〃

〃You　must　go　on　Thursday？〃

〃Yes。〃

And　she　handed　him　the　letter。　He　read　it　by　the　light　of　the

candles。

〃Ursula　Brangwen；　Yew　Tree　Cottage；　Cossethay；

Derbyshire。

〃Dear　Madam；　You　are　requested　to　call　at　the　above　offices

on　Thursday　next；　the　10th；　at　11。30　a。m。；　for　an　interview　with

the　mittee；　referring　to　your　application　for　the　post　of

assistant　mistress　at　the　Wellingborough　Green　Schools。〃

It　was　very　difficult　for　Brangwen　to　take　in　this　remote　and

official　information；　glowing　as　he　was　within　the　quiet　of　his

church　and　his　anthem　music。

〃Well；　you　needn't　bother　me　with　it　now；　need　you？'　he　said

impatiently；　giving　her　back　the　letter。

〃I've　got　to　go　on　Thursday；〃　she　said。

He　sat　motionless。　Then　he　reached　more　music；　and　there　was

a　rushing　sound　of　air；　then　a　long；　emphatic　trumpet…note　of

the　organ；　as　he　laid　his　hands　on　the　keys。　Ursula　turned　and

went　away。

He　tried　to　give　himself　again　to　the　organ。　But　he　could

not。　He　could　not　get　back。　All　the　time　a　sort　of　string　was

tugging；　tugging　him　elsewhere；　miserably。

So　that　when　he　came　into　the　house　after　choir…practice　his

face　was　dark　and　his　heart　black。　He　said　nothing　however；

until　all　the　younger　children　were　in　bed。　Ursula；　however；

knew　what　was　brewing。

At　length　he　asked：

〃Where's　that　letter？〃

She　gave　it　to　him。　He　sat　looking　at　it。　〃You　are　requested

to　call　at　the　above　offices　on