'I don't WANT them, I've got three more pairs. I WANT you to keep
them--I want you to have them. They're yours, there--'
And with trembling, excited hands she put the coveted stockings under
Ursula's pillow.
'One gets the greatest joy of all out of really lovely stockings,' said
Ursula.
'One does,' replied Gudrun; 'the greatest joy of all.'
And she sat down in the chair. It was evident she had come for a last
talk. Ursula, not knowing what she wanted, waited in silence.
'Do you FEEL, Ursula,' Gudrun began, rather sceptically, that you are
going-away-for-ever, never-to-return, sort of thing?'
'Oh, we shall come back,' said Ursula. 'It isn't a question of
train-journeys.'
'Yes, I know. But spiritually, so to speak, you are going away from us
all?'
Ursula quivered.
'I don't know a bit what is going to happen,' she said. 'I only know we
are going somewhere.'
Gudrun waited.
'And you are glad?' she asked.
Ursula meditated for a moment.
'I believe I am VERY glad,' she replied.
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