Women in Love

'But isn't that a half-measure?' asked Ursula at length.

'I don't think so,' he said. 'You'll be able to tell me if it is.' Again there was a pause of some minutes' duration. He was thinking.

'One must throw everything away, everything--let everything go, to get

the one last thing one wants,' he said.

'What thing?' she asked in challenge.

'I don't know--freedom together,' he said.

She had wanted him to say 'love.' There was heard a loud barking of the dogs below. He seemed disturbed

by it. She did not notice. Only she thought he seemed uneasy.

'As a matter of fact,' he said, in rather a small voice, 'I believe

that is Hermione come now, with Gerald Crich. She wanted to see the

rooms before they are furnished.' 'I know,' said Ursula. 'She will superintend the furnishing for you.' 'Probably. Does it matter?' 'Oh no, I should think not,' said Ursula. 'Though personally, I can't

bear her. I think she is a lie, if you like, you who are always talking

about lies.' Then she ruminated for a moment, when she broke out: 'Yes,

and I do mind if she furnishes your rooms--I do mind. I mind that you

keep her hanging on at all.' He was silent now, frowning.

'Perhaps,' he said. 'I don't WANT her to furnish the rooms here--and I

don't keep her hanging on. Only, I needn't be churlish to her, need I?

At any rate, I shall have to go down and see them now. You'll come,

won't you?' 'I don't think so,' she said coldly and irresolutely.

'Won't you? Yes do. Come and see the rooms as well. Do come.'