〃I wouldnt advise you to call out;〃 said Mr。 Harby。 He would
have a pleasant voice; full and musical; but for the detestable
menace that always tailed in it。 He stood unmoved; his eyes
twinkling under his bushy black eyebrows; watching the class。
There was something fascinating in him; as he stood; and again
she wanted to scream。 She was all jarred; she did not know what
she felt。
〃Well; Alice?〃 he said。
〃The rabbit;〃 piped a girls voice。
〃A very easy subject for Standard Five。〃
Ursula felt a slight shame of inpetence。 She was exposed
before the class。 And she was tormented by the contradictoriness
of everything。 Mr。 Harby stood so strong; and so male; with his
black brows and clear forehead; the heavy jaw; the big;
overhanging moustache: such a man; with strength and male power;
and a certain blind; native beauty。 She might have liked him as
a man。 And here he stood in some other capacity; bullying over
such a trifle as a boys speaking out without permission。 Yet he
was not a little; fussy man。 He seemed to have some cruel;
stubborn; evil spirit; he was imprisoned in a task too small and
petty for him; which yet; in a servile acquiescence; he would
fulfil; because he had to earn his living。 He had no finer
control over himself; only this blind; dogged; wholesale will。
He would keep the job going; since he must。 And this job was to
make the children spell the word 〃caution〃 correctly; and put a
capital letter after a full…stop。 So at this he hammered with
his suppressed hatred; always suppressing himself; till he was
beside himself。 Ursula suffered; bitterly as he stood; short and
handsome and powerful; teaching her class。 It seemed such a
miserable thing for him to be doing。 He had a decent; powerful;
rude soul。 What did he care about the position on 〃The
Rabbit〃? Yet his will kept him there before the class; threshing
the trivial subject。 It was habit with him now; to be so little
and vulgar; out of place。 She saw the shamefulness of his