They
talked endlessly and delightedly. 'Aren't you FEARFULLY happy here?'
said Gudrun to her sister glancing at her own bright eyes in the
mirror. She always envied, almost with resentment, the strange positive
fullness that subsisted in the atmosphere around Ursula and Birkin.
How really beautifully this room is done,' she said aloud. 'This hard
plaited matting--what a lovely colour it is, the colour of cool light!'
And it seemed to her perfect.
'Ursula,' she said at length, in a voice of question and detachment,
'did you know that Gerald Crich had suggested our going away all
together at Christmas?'
'Yes, he's spoken to Rupert.'
A deep flush dyed Gudrun's cheek. She was silent a moment, as if taken
aback, and not knowing what to say.
'But don't you thing,' she said at last, 'it is AMAZINGLY COOL !'
Ursula laughed.
'I like him for it,' she said.
Gudrun was silent. It was evident that, whilst she was almost mortified
by Gerald's taking the liberty of making such a suggestion to Birkin,
yet the idea itself attracted her strongly.
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