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Anna continued in her violent trance of motherhood, always

busy, often harassed, but always contained in her trance of

motherhood She seemed to exist in her own violent fruitfulness,

and it was as if the sun shone tropically on her Her colour was

bright, her eyes full of a fecund gloom, her brown hair tumbled

loosely over her ears She had a look of richness No

responsibility, no sense of duty troubled her The outside,

public life was less than nothing to her, really

Whereas when, at twenty-six, he found himself father of four

children, with a ho lived intrinsically like the ruddiest

lilies of the field, he let the weight of responsibility press

on hi him It was then that his child Ursula strove to

be with him She ith him, even as a baby of four, when he

was irritable and shouted and , but somehoas not really him

She wanted it to be over, she wanted to resureeable, the child echoed

to the crying of some need in him, and she responded blindly

Her heart followed him as if he had some tie with her, and some

love which he could not deliver Her heart followed him

persistently, in its love

But there was the dim, childish sense of her own smallness

and inadequacy, a fatal sense of worthlessness She could not do