'
'Are they so easily deceived?' cried Ursula.
'Oh, yes,' replied Gerald. 'Don't you know the story of Fabre, who,
when he was a boy, put a hen's head under her wing, and she straight
away went to sleep? It's quite true.'
'And did that make him a naturalist?' asked Birkin.
'Probably,' said Gerald.
Meanwhile Ursula was peeping under one of the cloths. There sat the
canary in a corner, bunched and fluffed up for sleep.
'How ridiculous!' she cried. 'It really thinks the night has come! How
absurd! Really, how can one have any respect for a creature that is so
easily taken in!'
'Yes,' sang Hermione, coming also to look. She put her hand on Ursula's
arm and chuckled a low laugh. 'Yes, doesn't he look comical?' she
chuckled. 'Like a stupid husband.'
Then, with her hand still on Ursula's arm, she drew her away, saying,
in her mild sing-song:
'How did you come here? We saw Gudrun too.'
'I came to look at the pond,' said Ursula, 'and I found Mr Birkin
there.'
'Did you? This is quite a Brangwen land, isn't it!'
'I'm afraid I hoped so,' said Ursula.
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