Then Hermione’s maid entered silently and Ursula, overcome with dread, escaped, carried away by powerful impulse.
Birkin went straight to bed. He was feeling happy, and sleepy. Since he had danced he was happy. But Gerald would talk to him. Gerald, in evening dress, sat on Birkin’s bed when the other lay down, and must talk.
“Who are those two Brangwens?” Gerald asked.
“They live in Beldover.”
“In Beldover! Who are they then?”
“Teachers in the Grammar School.”
There was a pause.
“They are!” exclaimed Gerald at length. “I thought I had seen them before.”
“It disappoints you?” said Birkin.
“Disappoints me! No—but how is it Hermione has them here?”
“She knew Gudrun in London—that’s the younger one, the one with the darker hair—she’s an artist—does sculpture and modelling.”
“She’s n
