Ursula hated him for
his cold watchfulness. But he said nothing.
'Shall we be going?' said Hermione. 'Rupert, you are coming to
Shortlands to dinner? Will you come at once, will you come now, with
us?'
'I'm not dressed,' replied Birkin. 'And you know Gerald stickles for
convention.'
'I don't stickle for it,' said Gerald. 'But if you'd got as sick as I
have of rowdy go-as-you-please in the house, you'd prefer it if people
were peaceful and conventional, at least at meals.'
'All right,' said Birkin.
'But can't we wait for you while you dress?' persisted Hermione.
'If you like.'
He rose to go indoors. Ursula said she would take her leave.
'Only,' she said, turning to Gerald, 'I must say that, however man is
lord of the beast and the fowl, I still don't think he has any right to
violate the feelings of the inferior creation. I still think it would
have been much more sensible and nice of you if you'd trotted back up
the road while the train went by, and been considerate.
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