Do you think you'd be safe in that ?' 'Oh perfectly,' said Gudrun.
'What an angel!' cried Ursula.
'Don't, for MY sake, have an accident--because I'm responsible for the water.' 'Sure,' pledged Gudrun.
'Besides, we can both swim quite well,' said Ursula.
'Well--then I'll get them to put you up a tea-basket, and you can picnic all to yourselves,--that's the idea, isn't it ?' 'How fearfully good! How frightfully nice if you could!' cried Gudrun warmly, her colour flushing up again.

It made the blood stir in his veins, the subtle way she turned to him and infused her gratitude into his body.
'Where's Birkin ?' he said, his eyes twinkling.

'He might help me to get it down.' 'But what about your hand?
Isn't it hurt ?' asked Gudrun, rather muted, as if avoiding the intimacy.

This was the first time the hurt had been mentioned.

The curious way she skirted round the subject sent a new, subtle caress through his veins.