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'I felt ashamed when I was there and they were all going about in a lugubrious false way, feeling they must not be natural or ordinary. 'Well said Mrs Brangwen, offended at this criticism, 'it isn't so easy to bear a trouble like that. And she went upstairs to the children. He remained only a few minutes longer, then took his leave.
She lived in and by her own self-esteem, conviction of her own rightness of spirit. Going home from school in the afternoon, the Brangwen girls descended the hill between the picturesque cottages of Willey Green till they came to the railway crossing. There they found the gate shut, because the colliery train was rumbling nearer.
'Thomas, put Miss Brangwen a chair here that's right. He looked at her soft, fresh face with pleasure. It gave him the illusion of life. 'Now, you will have a glass of sherry and a little piece of cake. Thomas 'No thank you, said Gudrun. And as soon as she had said it, her heart sank horribly. The sick man seemed to fall into a gap of death, at her contradiction.
They've got themselves to please, and if they can help it they'll please nobody BUT themselves. But she's a right to consider her mother, and me as well Brangwen was thinking his own thoughts. 'And I tell you this much, I would rather bury them, than see them getting into a lot of loose ways such as you see everywhere nowadays. I'd rather bury them
And Gudrun will probably feel the same. Gerald thought for a few minutes. Then he said: 'At all events, father won't make her feel like a private servant. He will be fussy and greatful enough. 'So he ought. And so ought all of you. Do you think you can hire a woman like Gudrun Brangwen with money? She is your equal like anything probably your superior. 'Is she? said Gerald.
'Daddie ! her eyes smiled laconically 'isn't it silly if I give Miss Brangwen some flowers when she comes? The sick man looked at the bright, knowing eyes of his child, and his heart burned with love. 'No, darling, that's not silly. It's what they do to queens. This was not very reassuring to Winifred. She half suspected that queens in themselves were a silliness.
What sort of a bringing-up she's had? "She", thought Birkin to himself, remembering his childhood's corrections, 'is the cat's mother. 'Do I know what sort of a bringing-up she's had? he said aloud. He seemed to annoy Brangwen intentionally. 'Well, he said, 'she's had everything that's right for a girl to have as far as possible, as far as we could give it her.
'Somerset Drive. 'Somerset Drive! I've heard o' such a place, but I couldn't for my life say where it is. Who might you be wanting? 'Mr Brangwen William Brangwen. 'William Brangwen ? ? 'Who teaches at the Grammar School, at Willey Green his daughter teaches there too. 'O-o-o-oh, Brangwen! NOW I've got you. Of COURSE, William Brangwen! Yes, yes, he's got two lasses as teachers, aside hisself.
A slip of living flesh had been transmitted through him, but the spirit had not come from him. The spirit had not come from any ancestor, it had come out of the unknown. A child is the child of the mystery, or it is uncreated. 'The weather's not so bad as it has been, said Brangwen, after waiting a moment. There was no connection between the two men. 'No, said Birkin.
'It HAS been a depressing day, said Mrs Brangwen sympathetically. At that moment the voices of the children were heard calling from upstairs: 'Mother! Mother! She lifted her face and answered mildly into the distance: 'I shall come up to you in a minute, Doysie. Then to Birkin: 'There is nothing fresh at Shortlands, I suppose? Ah, she sighed, 'no, poor things, I should think not.
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