'But could you BEAR to have it swinging to your
boat? Don't you want to destroy it at ONCE?'
'Oh no,' said Ursula. 'I don't want to destroy it.'
'Well do you mind having it instead of the crabs? Are you sure you
don't mind?'
Gudrun came forward to exchange lanterns.
'No,' said Ursula, yielding up the crabs and receiving the cuttle-fish.
Yet she could not help feeling rather resentful at the way in which
Gudrun and Gerald should assume a right over her, a precedence.
'Come then,' said Birkin. 'I'll put them on the boats.'
He and Ursula were moving away to the big boat.
'I suppose you'll row me back, Rupert,' said Gerald, out of the pale
shadow of the evening.
'Won't you go with Gudrun in the canoe?' said Birkin. 'It'll be more
interesting.'
There was a moment's pause. Birkin and Ursula stood dimly, with their
swinging lanterns, by the water's edge. The world was all illusive.
'Is that all right?' said Gudrun to him.
'It'll suit ME very well,' he said. 'But what about you, and the
rowing? I don't see why you should pull me.
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