〃They dont know you;〃 said Brangwen。 〃You should tell em
what your name is。〃
〃Theyre naughty to shout at me;〃 she flashed。
〃They think you dont live here;〃 he said。
Later he found her at the gate calling shrilly and
imperiously:
〃My name is Anna; Anna Lensky; and I live here; because Mr。
Brangwens my father now。 He is; yes he is。 And I
live here。〃
This pleased Brangwen very much。 And gradually; without
knowing it herself; she clung to him; in her lost; childish;
desolate moments; when it was good to creep up to something big
and warm; and bury her little self in his big; unlimited being。
Instinctively he was careful of her; careful to recognize her
and to give himself to her disposal。
She was difficult of her affections。 For Tilly; she had a
childish; essential contempt; almost dislike; because the poor
woman was such a servant。 The child would not let the
serving…woman attend to her; do intimate things for her; not for
a long time。 She treated her as one of an inferior race。
Brangwen did not like it。
〃Why arent you fond of Tilly?〃 he asked。
〃Because……because……because she looks at me with her
eyes bent。〃
Then gradually she accepted Tilly as belonging to the
household; never as a person。
For the first weeks; the black eyes of the child were for
ever on the watch。 Brangwen; good…humoured but impatient;
spoiled by Tilly; was an easy blusterer。 If for a few minutes he
upset the household with his noisy impatience; he found at the
end the child glowering at him with intense black eyes; and she
was sure to dart forward her little head; like a serpent; with
her biting:
〃Go away。〃
〃Im not going away;〃 he shouted; irritated at last。
〃Go yourself……hustle……stir thysen……hop。〃 And he
pointed to the door。 The child backed away from him; pale with
fear。 Then she gathered up courage; seeing him bee