Ursula quivered.

‘I don’t know a bit what is going to happen,’ she said. ‘I only know we are going somewhere.’

Gudrun waited.

‘And you are glad?’ she asked.

Ursula meditated for a moment.

‘I believe I am VERY glad,’ she replied.

But Gudrun read the unconscious brightness on her sister’s face, rather than the uncertain tones of her speech.

‘But don’t you think you’ll WANT the old connection with the world — father and the rest of us, and all that it means, England and the world of thought — don’t you think you’ll NEED that, really to make a world?’