Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 8 Page 3

the enormous, beautifully balanced cedar tree.

‘Isn’t it complete!’ said Gudrun. ‘It is as final as an old aquatint.’ She spoke with some resentment in her voice, as if she were captivated unwillingly, as if she must admire against her will.

‘Do you love it?’ asked Ursula.

‘I don’t LOVE it, but in its way, I think it is quite complete.’

The motor-car ran down the hill and up again in one breath, and they were curving to the side door. A parlour-maid appeared, and then Hermione, coming forward with her pale face lifted, and her hands outstretched, advancing straight to the new-comers, her voice singing:

‘Here you are — I’m