a lovely place where students go, small and rough and lovely, for winter sport!’

Through Gudrun’s mind went the angry thought — ’they know everything.’

‘Yes,’ she said aloud, ‘about forty kilometres from Innsbruck, isn’t it?’

‘I don’t know exactly where — but it would be lovely, don’t you think, high in the perfect snow — ?’

‘Very lovely!’ said Gudrun, sarcastically.

Ursula was put out.

‘Of course,’ she said, ‘I think Gerald spoke to Rupert so that it shouldn’t seem like an outing with a TYPE — ’