It was not so much what she said; it was she herself who roused him, roused him with a small, vivid pricking.
'Of course,' he said, 'every civilised body is bound to have its vermin.' 'Why ?' cried Ursula.

'I don't have vermin.' 'And it's not that--it's the QUALITY of the whole thing--paterfamilias laughing and thinking it sport, and throwing the ha'pennies, and materfamilias spreading her fat little knees and eating, continually eating--' replied Gudrun.
'Yes,' said Ursula.

'It isn't the boys so much who are vermin; it's the people themselves, the whole body politic, as you call it.' Gerald laughed.
'Never mind,' he said.

'You shan't go on the launch.' Gudrun flushed quickly at his rebuke.
There were a few moments of silence.

Gerald, like a sentinel, was watching the people who were going on to the boat.