It was a peculiarity of Hermione's, that at every moment, she had one intimate, and turned all the rest of those present into onlookers.

This raised her into a state of triumph.
They measured and discussed in the dining-room, and Hermione decided what the floor coverings must be.

It sent her into a strange, convulsed anger, to be thwarted.

Birkin always let her have her way, for the moment.
Then they moved across, through the hall, to the other front room, that was a little smaller than the first.
'This is the study,' said Hermione.

'Rupert, I have a rug that I want you to have for here.