'
Gudrun flushed quickly at his rebuke.
There were a few moments of silence. Gerald, like a sentinel, was
watching the people who were going on to the boat. He was very
good-looking and self-contained, but his air of soldierly alertness was
rather irritating.
'Will you have tea here then, or go across to the house, where there's
a tent on the lawn?' he asked.
'Can't we have a rowing boat, and get out?' asked Ursula, who was
always rushing in too fast.
'To get out?' smiled Gerald.
'You see,' cried Gudrun, flushing at Ursula's outspoken rudeness, 'we
don't know the people, we are almost COMPLETE strangers here.'
'Oh, I can soon set you up with a few acquaintances,' he said easily.
Gudrun looked at him, to see if it were ill-meant. Then she smiled at
him.
'Ah,' she said, 'you know what we mean. Can't we go up there, and
explore that coast?' She pointed to a grove on the hillock of the
meadow-side, near the shore half way down the lake. 'That looks
perfectly lovely. We might even bathe.
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