She hated the palaver Hermione made, she wanted to drink tea, she wanted anything but this fuss and business.
At last they all mounted the grassy bank, to the picnic.

Hermione poured out tea.

She ignored now Ursula's presence.

And Ursula, recovering from her ill-humour, turned to Gerald saying: 'Oh, I hated you so much the other day, Mr Crich,' 'What for ?' said Gerald, wincing slightly away.
'For treating your horse so badly.

Oh, I hated you so much!' 'What did he do ?' sang Hermione.
'He made his lovely sensitive Arab horse stand with him at the railway-crossing whilst a horrible lot of trucks went by; and the poor thing, she was in a perfect frenzy, a perfect agony.