'It is curious.

The little things seem to be more subtle to her--' 'But they aren't, are they?
A mouse isn't any more subtle than a lion, is it ?' Again Hermione looked down at Ursula with that long scrutiny, as if she were following some train of thought of her own, and barely attending to the other's speech.
'I don't know,' she replied.
'Rupert, Rupert,' she sang mildly, calling him to her.

He approached in silence.
'Are little things more subtle than big things ?' she asked, with the odd grunt of laughter in her voice, as if she were making game of him in the question.
'Dunno,' he said.
'I hate subtleties,' said Ursula.
Hermione looked at her slowly.
'Do you ?' she said.
'I always think they are a sign of weakness,' said Ursula, up in arms, as if her prestige were threatened.
Hermione took no notice.

Suddenly her face puckered, her brow was knit with thought, she seemed twisted in troublesome effort for utterance.
'Do you really think, Rupert,' she asked, as if Ursula were not present, 'do you really think it is worth while?
Do you really think the children are better for being roused to consciousness ?' A dark flash went over his face, a silent fury.

He was hollow-cheeked and pale, almost unearthly.