So long as they were moving onwards, she was satisfied. They
came to Zurich, then, before very long, ran under the mountains, that
were deep in snow. At last she was drawing near. This was the other
world now.
Innsbruck was wonderful, deep in snow, and evening. They drove in an
open sledge over the snow: the train had been so hot and stifling. And
the hotel, with the golden light glowing under the porch, seemed like a
home.
They laughed with pleasure when they were in the hall. The place seemed
full and busy.
'Do you know if Mr and Mrs Crich--English--from Paris, have arrived?'
Birkin asked in German.
The porter reflected a moment, and was just going to answer, when
Ursula caught sight of Gudrun sauntering down the stairs, wearing her
dark glossy coat, with grey fur.
'Gudrun! Gudrun!' she called, waving up the well of the staircase.
'Shu-hu!'
Gudrun looked over the rail, and immediately lost her sauntering,
diffident air. Her eyes flashed.
'Really--Ursula!' she cried.
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