'No, I didn't want to stay in London.' Her voice
seemed to imply that she was glad to get back to Shortlands, her tone
was warm and subtly caressing.
'That is a good thing,' smiled the father. 'You see you are very
welcome here among us.'
Gudrun only looked into his face with dark-blue, warm, shy eyes. She
was unconsciously carried away by her own power.
'And you look as if you came home in every possible triumph,' Mr Crich
continued, holding her hand.
'No,' she said, glowing strangely. 'I haven't had any triumph till I
came here.'
'Ah, come, come! We're not going to hear any of those tales. Haven't we
read notices in the newspaper, Gerald?'
'You came off pretty well,' said Gerald to her, shaking hands. 'Did you
sell anything?'
'No,' she said, 'not much.'
'Just as well,' he said.
She wondered what he meant. But she was all aglow with her reception,
carried away by this little flattering ceremonial on her behalf.
'Winifred,' said the father, 'have you a pair of shoes for Miss
Brangwen? You had better change at once--'
Gudrun went out with her bouquet in her hand.
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