But the game is known, its going on is like a madness, it is so exhausted.
There was Gerald, an amused look on his face; the game pleased him.
There was Gudrun, watching with steady, large, hostile eyes; the game fascinated her, and she loathed it.

There was Ursula, with a slightly startled look on her face, as if she were hurt, and the pain were just outside her consciousness.
Suddenly Birkin got up and went out.
'That's enough,' he said to himself involuntarily.
Hermione knew his motion, though not in her consciousness.

She lifted her heavy eyes and saw him lapse suddenly away, on a sudden, unknown tide, and the waves broke over her.

Only her indomitable will remained static and mechanical, she sat at the table making her musing, stray remarks.

But the darkness had covered her, she was like a ship that has gone down.