'Because I don't like trooping off in a gang,' he said.
Her voice rumbled in her throat for a moment. Then she said, with a
curious stray calm:
'Then we'll leave a little boy behind, if he's sulky.'
And she looked really gay, while she insulted him. But it merely made
him stiff.
She trailed off to the rest of the company, only turning to wave her
handkerchief to him, and to chuckle with laughter, singing out:
'Good-bye, good-bye, little boy.'
'Good-bye, impudent hag,' he said to himself.
They all went through the park. Hermione wanted to show them the wild
daffodils on a little slope. 'This way, this way,' sang her leisurely
voice at intervals. And they had all to come this way. The daffodils
were pretty, but who could see them? Ursula was stiff all over with
resentment by this time, resentment of the whole atmosphere. Gudrun,
mocking and objective, watched and registered everything.
They looked at the shy deer, and Hermione talked to the stag, as if he
too were a boy she wanted to wheedle and fondle.
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