And she began to move downstairs as Ursula
ran up. They met at a turn and kissed with laughter and exclamations
inarticulate and stirring.
'But!' cried Gudrun, mortified. 'We thought it was TOMORROW you were
coming! I wanted to come to the station.'
'No, we've come today!' cried Ursula. 'Isn't it lovely here!'
'Adorable!' said Gudrun. 'Gerald's just gone out to get something.
Ursula, aren't you FEARFULLY tired?'
'No, not so very. But I look a filthy sight, don't I!'
'No, you don't. You look almost perfectly fresh. I like that fur cap
IMMENSELY!' She glanced over Ursula, who wore a big soft coat with a
collar of deep, soft, blond fur, and a soft blond cap of fur.
'And you!' cried Ursula. 'What do you think YOU look like!'
Gudrun assumed an unconcerned, expressionless face.
'Do you like it?' she said.
'It's VERY fine!' cried Ursula, perhaps with a touch of satire.
'Go up--or come down,' said Birkin. For there the sisters stood, Gudrun
with her hand on Ursula's arm, on the turn of the stairs half way to
the first landing, blocking the way and affording full entertainment to
the whole of the hall below, from the door porter to the plump Jew in
black clothes.
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