There was a window looking on to the tangled front garden.
'This is the dining room,' said Hermione.

'We'll measure it this way, Rupert--you go down there--' 'Can't I do it for you,' said Gerald, coming to take the end of the tape.
'No, thank you,' cried Hermione, stooping to the ground in her bluish, brilliant foulard.

It was a great joy to her to DO things, and to have the ordering of the job, with Birkin.

He obeyed her subduedly.

Ursula and Gerald looked on.