“No, not so very. But I look a filthy sight, don’t I!”
“No, you don’t. You look almost perfectly fresh. I like that fur cap immensely!” She glanced over Ursula, who wore a big soft coat with a collar of deep, soft, blond fur, and a soft blond cap of fur.
“And you!” cried Ursula. “What do you think you look like!”
Gudrun assumed an unconcerned, expressionless face.
“Do you like it?” she said.
“It’s very fine!” cried Ursula, perhaps with a touch of satire.
“Go up—or come down,” said Birkin. For there the sisters stood, Gudrun with her hand on Ursula’s arm, on the turn of the stairs half way to the first landing, blocking the way and affording full entertainment to the whole of the hall below, from the door porter to the plump Jew in black clothes.
The two young women slowly mounted, f
