‘Gudrun! Gudrun!’ she called, waving up the well of the staircase. ‘Shu-hu!’

Gudrun looked over the rail, and immediately lost her sauntering, diffident air. Her eyes flashed.

‘Really — Ursula!’ she cried. And she began to move downstairs as Ursula ran up. They met at a turn and kissed with laughter and exclamations inarticulate and stirring.

‘But!’ cried Gudrun, mortified. ‘We thought it was TOMORROW you were coming! I wanted to come to the station.’

‘No, we’ve come today!’ cried Ursula. ‘Isn’t it lovely here!’

‘Adorable!’ said Gudrun. ‘Gerald’s just gone out to get something. Ursula, aren’t