Hermione grunted her laughter, pleased.
'Bel giovanotto--' she said.
The cat reached forward again and put his fine white paw on the edge of
the saucer. Hermione lifted it down with delicate slowness. This
deliberate, delicate carefulness of movement reminded Ursula of Gudrun.
'No! Non e permesso di mettere il zampino nel tondinetto. Non piace al
babbo. Un signor gatto cosi selvatico--!'
And she kept her finger on the softly planted paw of the cat, and her
voice had the same whimsical, humorous note of bullying.
Ursula had her nose out of joint. She wanted to go away now. It all
seemed no good. Hermione was established for ever, she herself was
ephemeral and had not yet even arrived.
'I will go now,' she said suddenly.
Birkin looked at her almost in fear--he so dreaded her anger. 'But
there is no need for such hurry,' he said.
'Yes,' she answered. 'I will go.' And turning to Hermione, before there
was time to say any more, she held out her hand and said 'Good-bye.'
'Good-bye--' sang Hermione, detaining the band.
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