With a last look of remorse, she turned away, and was doing her hair.
He had unstrapped the luggage, and was waiting, watching her. She knew
he was watching her. It made her a little hasty and feverish in her
precipitation.
They went downstairs, both with a strange other-world look on their
faces, and with a glow in their eyes. They saw Birkin and Ursula
sitting at the long table in a corner, waiting for them.
'How good and simple they look together,' Gudrun thought, jealously.
She envied them some spontaneity, a childish sufficiency to which she
herself could never approach. They seemed such children to her.
'Such good Kranzkuchen!' cried Ursula greedily. 'So good!'
'Right,' said Gudrun. 'Can we have Kaffee mit Kranzkuchen?' she added
to the waiter.
And she seated herself on the bench beside Gerald. Birkin, looking at
them, felt a pain of tenderness for them.
'I think the place is really wonderful, Gerald,' he said; 'prachtvoll
and wunderbar and wunderschon and unbeschreiblich and all the other
German adjectives.
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