Both wore light, gay summer dresses, Ursula had an orange-coloured knitted coat, Gudrun a pale yellow, Ursula wore canary yellow stockings, Gudrun bright rose, the figures of the two women seemed to glitter in progress over the wide bay of the railway crossing, white and orange and yellow and rose glittering in motion across a hot world silted with coal-dust.
The two men stood quite still in the heat, watching.

The elder was a short, hard-faced energetic man of middle age, the younger a labourer of twenty-three or so.

They stood in silence watching the advance of the sisters.

They watched whilst the girls drew near, and whilst they passed, and whilst they receded down the dusty road, that had dwellings on one side, and dusty young corn on the other.
Then the elder man, with the whiskers round his face, said in a prurient manner to the young man: 'What price that, eh?
She'll do, won't she ?' 'Which ?' asked the young man, eagerly, with laugh.
'Her with the red stockings.

What d'you say?
I'd give my week's wages for five minutes; what!--just for five minutes.' Again the young man laughed.
'Your missis 'ud have summat to say to you,' he replied.
Gudrun had turned round and looked at the two men.