'I ran here for refuge, when I
saw you down the lake, just putting off.'
'Did you! And now we've run you to earth.'
Hermione's eyelids lifted with an uncanny movement, amused but
overwrought. She had always her strange, rapt look, unnatural and
irresponsible.
'I was going on,' said Ursula. 'Mr Birkin wanted me to see the rooms.
Isn't it delightful to live here? It is perfect.'
'Yes,' said Hermione, abstractedly. Then she turned right away from
Ursula, ceased to know her existence.
'How do you feel, Rupert?' she sang in a new, affectionate tone, to
Birkin.
'Very well,' he replied.
'Were you quite comfortable?' The curious, sinister, rapt look was on
Hermione's face, she shrugged her bosom in a convulsed movement, and
seemed like one half in a trance.
'Quite comfortable,' he replied.
There was a long pause, whilst Hermione looked at him for a long time,
from under her heavy, drugged eyelids.
'And you think you'll be happy here?' she said at last.
'I'm sure I shall.
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