Whatever she had on, so long as she was barely tidy, she was right, beyond remark; such an aristocrat she was by instinct.
'You look so stately, like a country Baroness,' said Ursula, laughing with a little tenderness at her mother's naive puzzled air.
'JUST like a country Baroness!' chimed in Gudrun.

Now the mother's natural hauteur became self-conscious, and the girls shrieked again.
'Go home, you pair of idiots, great giggling idiots!' cried the father inflamed with irritation.
'Mm-m-er!' booed Ursula, pulling a face at his crossness.
The yellow lights danced in his eyes, he leaned forward in real rage.
'Don't be so silly as to take any notice of the great gabies,' said Mrs Brangwen, turning on her way.
'I'll see if I'm going to be followed by a pair of giggling yelling jackanapes--' he cried vengefully.
The girls stood still, laughing helplessly at his fury, upon the path beside the hedge.
'Why you're as silly as they are, to take any notice,' said Mrs Brangwen also becoming angry now he was really enraged.
'There are some people coming, father,' cried Ursula, with mocking warning.

He glanced round quickly, and went on to join his wife, walking stiff with rage.

And the girls followed, weak with laughter.
When the people had passed by, Brangwen cried in a loud, stupid voice: 'I'm going back home if there's any more of this.

I'm damned if I'm going to be made a fool of in this fashion, in the public road.' He was really out of temper.