'Must you really go
now?'
'Yes, I think I'll go,' said Ursula, her face set, and averted from
Hermione's eyes.
'You think you will--'
But Ursula had got her hand free. She turned to Birkin with a quick,
almost jeering: 'Good-bye,' and she was opening the door before he had
time to do it for her.
When she got outside the house she ran down the road in fury and
agitation. It was strange, the unreasoning rage and violence Hermione
roused in her, by her very presence. Ursula knew she gave herself away
to the other woman, she knew she looked ill-bred, uncouth, exaggerated.
But she did not care. She only ran up the road, lest she should go back
and jeer in the faces of the two she had left behind. For they outraged
her.
CHAPTER XXIII.
EXCURSE
Next day Birkin sought Ursula out. It happened to be the half-day at
the Grammar School. He appeared towards the end of the morning, and
asked her, would she drive with him in the afternoon. She consented.
But her face was closed and unresponding, and his heart sank.
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