They went back to the house, to the Reunionsaal. She was curious to see
what was going on. The men there made her alert, roused her curiosity.
It was a new taste of life for her, they were so prostrate before her,
yet so full of life.
The party was boisterous; they were dancing all together, dancing the
Schuhplatteln, the Tyrolese dance of the clapping hands and tossing the
partner in the air at the crisis. The Germans were all proficient--they
were from Munich chiefly. Gerald also was quite passable. There were
three zithers twanging away in a corner. It was a scene of great
animation and confusion. The Professor was initiating Ursula into the
dance, stamping, clapping, and swinging her high, with amazing force
and zest. When the crisis came even Birkin was behaving manfully with
one of the Professor's fresh, strong daughters, who was exceedingly
happy. Everybody was dancing, there was the most boisterous turmoil.
Gudrun looked on with delight. The solid wooden floor resounded to the
knocking heels of the men, the air quivered with the clapping hands and
the zither music, there was a golden dust about the hanging lamps.
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