It was empty, but
clean and sunny. There was a window looking on to the tangled front
garden.
'This is the dining room,' said Hermione. 'We'll measure it this way,
Rupert--you go down there--'
'Can't I do it for you,' said Gerald, coming to take the end of the
tape.
'No, thank you,' cried Hermione, stooping to the ground in her bluish,
brilliant foulard. It was a great joy to her to DO things, and to have
the ordering of the job, with Birkin. He obeyed her subduedly. Ursula
and Gerald looked on. It was a peculiarity of Hermione's, that at every
moment, she had one intimate, and turned all the rest of those present
into onlookers. This raised her into a state of triumph.
They measured and discussed in the dining-room, and Hermione decided
what the floor coverings must be. It sent her into a strange, convulsed
anger, to be thwarted. Birkin always let her have her way, for the
moment.
Then they moved across, through the hall, to the other front room, that
was a little smaller than the first.
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