She was angry in the morning. She had been angry since she had woken, and the anger had not gone away with the making of tea, or the eating of eggs, or the looking out of the window at the garden. The anger was the anger of a woman who has been told a thing she had been afraid of hearing, and the hearing has not gone away, and the hearing has been a kind of loss, and the loss has been a kind of anger, and the anger has been a kind of being alive. She said, at breakfast, with the cup of tea in ...