The day passed, the next day came. She heard the sledge, saw Ursula and
Birkin alight, and she shrank from these also.
Ursula came straight up to her.
'Gudrun!' she cried, the tears running down her cheeks. And she took
her sister in her arms. Gudrun hid her face on Ursula's shoulder, but
still she could not escape the cold devil of irony that froze her soul.
'Ha, ha!' she thought, 'this is the right behaviour.'
But she could not weep, and the sight of her cold, pale, impassive face
soon stopped the fountain of Ursula's tears. In a few moments, the
sisters had nothing to say to each other.
'Was it very vile to be dragged back here again?' Gudrun asked at
length.
Ursula looked up in some bewilderment.
'I never thought of it,' she said.
'I felt a beast, fetching you,' said Gudrun. 'But I simply couldn't see
people. That is too much for me.'
'Yes,' said Ursula, chilled.
Birkin tapped and entered. His face was white and expressionless. She
knew he knew. He gave her his hand, saying:
'The end of THIS trip, at any rate.
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