'You'll give it me, won't you?' she said.
But Gudrun was silent for some moments, before she replied:
'Do you really want it, Ursula?'
'I want to read it,' said Ursula.
'Certainly,' said Gudrun.
Even now, she could not admit, to Ursula, that she wanted to keep it,
as a memento, or a symbol. But Ursula knew, and was not pleased. So the
subject was switched off.
'What did you do in Paris?' asked Ursula.
'Oh,' said Gudrun laconically--'the usual things. We had a FINE party
one night in Fanny Bath's studio.'
'Did you? And you and Gerald were there! Who else? Tell me about it.'
'Well,' said Gudrun. 'There's nothing particular to tell. You know
Fanny is FRIGHTFULLY in love with that painter, Billy Macfarlane. He
was there--so Fanny spared nothing, she spent VERY freely. It was
really remarkable! Of course, everybody got fearfully drunk--but in an
interesting way, not like that filthy London crowd. The fact is these
were all people that matter, which makes all the difference.
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