She went with Hermione along the bank of the pond, talking of beautiful, soothing things, picking the gentle cowslips.
'Wouldn't you like a dress,' said Ursula to Hermione, 'of this yellow spotted with orange--a cotton dress ?' 'Yes,' said Hermione, stopping and looking at the flower, letting the thought come home to her and soothe her.

'Wouldn't it be pretty?
I should LOVE it.' And she turned smiling to Ursula, in a feeling of real affection.
But Gerald remained with Birkin, wanting to probe him to the bottom, to know what he meant by the dual will in horses.

A flicker of excitement danced on Gerald's face.
Hermione and Ursula strayed on together, united in a sudden bond of deep affection and closeness.
'I really do not want to be forced into all this criticism and analysis of life.

I really DO want to see things in their entirety, with their beauty left to them, and their wholeness, their natural holiness.

Don't you feel it, don't you feel you CAN'T be tortured into any more knowledge ?' said Hermione, stopping in front of Ursula, and turning to her with clenched fists thrust downwards.
'Yes,' said Ursula.