Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 3 Page 17

Hermione remained with her face lifted up, abstracted. He hung silent in irritation.

‘I don’t know,’ she replied, balancing mildly. ‘I don’t know.’

‘But knowing is everything to you, it is all your life,’ he broke out. She slowly looked at him.

‘Is it?’ she said.

‘To know, that is your all, that is your life — you have only this, this knowledge,’ he cried. ‘There is only one tree, there is only one fruit, in your mouth.’

Again she was some time silent.

‘Is there?’ she said at last, with the same untouched calm. And then in a tone of whimsical inquisitiveness: