'
'It is his idea for the moment,' said Hermione, with that weary
finality, and a sort of SI JEUNESSE SAVAIT infallibility.
There was a pause. Then Ursula broke into faltering challenge.
'You think I'm merely a physical woman, don't you?'
'No indeed,' said Hermione. 'No, indeed! But I think you are vital and
young--it isn't a question of years, or even of experience--it is
almost a question of race. Rupert is race-old, he comes of an old
race--and you seem to me so young, you come of a young, inexperienced
race.'
'Do I!' said Ursula. 'But I think he is awfully young, on one side.'
'Yes, perhaps childish in many respects. Nevertheless--'
They both lapsed into silence. Ursula was filled with deep resentment
and a touch of hopelessness. 'It isn't true,' she said to herself,
silently addressing her adversary. 'It isn't true. And it is YOU who
want a physically strong, bullying man, not I. It is you who want an
unsensitive man, not I. You DON'T know anything about Rupert, not
really, in spite of the years you have had with him.
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