And still Hermione sat at the table, with her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table, her long white face pushed up, not attending to anything.

Birkin had gone to the window, and was looking from the brilliantly-lighted room on to the grey, colourless outside, where rain was noiselessly falling.

Ursula put away her things in the cupboard.
At length Hermione rose and came near to her.
'Your sister has come home ?' she said.
'Yes,' said Ursula.
'And does she like being back in Beldover ?' 'No,' said Ursula.
'No, I wonder she can bear it.

It takes all my strength, to bear the ugliness of this district, when I stay here.

Won't you come and see me?
Won't you come with your sister to stay at Breadalby for a few days ?--do--' 'Thank you very much,' said Ursula.
'Then I will write to you,' said Hermione.