Loerke repeated impatiently. ‘I don’t find them beautiful.’

‘You are an epicure,’ said Gerald, with a slight sarcastic laugh.

‘And what about men?’ asked Gudrun suddenly.

‘Yes, they are good at all ages,’ replied Loerke. ‘A man should be big and powerful — whether he is old or young is of no account, so he has the size, something of massiveness and — and stupid form.’

Ursula went out alone into the world of pure, new snow. But the dazzling whiteness seemed to beat upon her till it hurt her, she felt the cold was slowly strangling her soul. Her head felt dazed and numb.

Suddenly she wanted to go away.