Isn't it beautiful in this
light. Really, it's like one of the reaches of the Nile--as one
imagines the Nile.'
Gerald smiled at her factitious enthusiasm for the distant spot.
'You're sure it's far enough off?' he asked ironically, adding at once:
'Yes, you might go there, if we could get a boat. They seem to be all
out.'
He looked round the lake and counted the rowing boats on its surface.
'How lovely it would be!' cried Ursula wistfully.
'And don't you want tea?' he said.
'Oh,' said Gudrun, 'we could just drink a cup, and be off.'
He looked from one to the other, smiling. He was somewhat offended--yet
sporting.
'Can you manage a boat pretty well?' he asked.
'Yes,' replied Gudrun, coldly, 'pretty well.'
'Oh yes,' cried Ursula. 'We can both of us row like water-spiders.'
'You can? There's light little canoe of mine, that I didn't take out
for fear somebody should drown themselves. Do you think you'd be safe
in that?'
'Oh perfectly,' said Gudrun.
'What an angel!' cried Ursula.
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