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 looking out of the window at the sea, or the standing at the window for a long time. The anger was the anger of a woman who had been told a thing she had known for a long time, and the knowing had not gone away, and the knowing had been a kind of loss, and the loss had been a kind of anger. She said, at breakfast, with the cup of tea in her hand: *the girl went b...