world’s gear. Now, you one-mouthed fool, mind yourself and don’t obstruct me.”‘

Hermione was looking at him with leering eyes, along her cheeks. He could feel violent waves of hatred and loathing of all he said, coming out of her. It was dynamic hatred and loathing, coming strong and black out of the unconsciousness. She heard his words in her unconscious self, CONSCIOUSLY she was as if deafened, she paid no heed to them.

‘It SOUNDS like megalomania, Rupert,’ said Gerald, genially.

Hermione gave a queer, grunting sound. Birkin stood back.

‘Yes, let it,’ he said suddenly, the whole tone gone out of his voice, that had been so insistent, bearing everybody down. And he went away.