Then she turned right away from Ursula, ceased to know her existence.
'How do you feel, Rupert ?' she sang in a new, affectionate tone, to Birkin.
'Very well,' he replied.
'Were you quite comfortable ?' The curious, sinister, rapt look was on Hermione's face, she shrugged her bosom in a convulsed movement, and seemed like one half in a trance.
'Quite comfortable,' he replied.
There was a long pause, whilst Hermione looked at him for a long time, from under her heavy, drugged eyelids.
'And you think you'll be happy here ?' she said at last.
'I'm sure I shall.' 'I'm sure I shall do anything for him as I can,' said the labourer's wife.

'And I'm sure our master will; so I HOPE he'll find himself comfortable.' Hermione turned and looked at her slowly.
'Thank you so much,' she said, and then she turned completely away again.

She recovered her position, and lifting her face towards him, and addressing him exclusively, she said: 'Have you measured the rooms ?' 'No,' he said, 'I've been mending the punt.' 'Shall we do it now ?' she said slowly, balanced and dispassionate.
'Have you got a tape measure, Mrs Salmon ?' he said, turning to the woman.
'Yes sir, I think I can find one,' replied the woman, bustling immediately to a basket.

'This is the only one I've got, if it will do.' Hermione took it, though it was offered to him.
'Thank you so much,' she said.

'It will do very nicely.