‘One does,’ cried Ursula. ‘But isn’t that partly the being out of England?’

‘Oh, of course,’ cried Gudrun. ‘One could never feel like this in England, for the simple reason that the damper is NEVER lifted off one, there. It is quite impossible really to let go, in England, of that I am assured.’

And she turned again to the food she was eating. She was fluttering with vivid intensity.

‘It’s quite true,’ said Gerald, ‘it never is quite the same in England. But perhaps we don’t want it to be — perhaps it’s like bringing the light a little too near the powder-magazine, to let go altogether, in England. One is afraid what might happen, if EVERYBODY ELSE let go.’