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With which she disappeared, leaving Birkin in the hall, looking at some reproductions from Picasso, lately introduced by Gudrun. He was admiring the almost wizard, sensuous apprehension of the earth, when Will Brangwen appeared, rolling down his shirt sleeves. 'Well, said Brangwen, 'I'll get a coat. And he too disappeared for a moment.
'We are roaring at you, mother, called Ursula, helplessly following after her parents. Mrs Brangwen turned round with a slightly puzzled, exasperated look. 'Oh indeed! she said. 'What is there so very funny about ME, I should like to know? She could not understand that there could be anything amiss with her appearance.
Only his rather terrible appearance was photographed upon her soul, away beneath her consciousness. She knew that, in spite of his playfulness, his eyes could not change from their darkened vacancy, they were the eyes of a man who is dead. 'Ah, this is Miss Brangwen, he said, suddenly rousing as she entered, announced by the man-servant.
His eyes smiled full of natural warmth. He had a soft, flattering manner with women, particularly with women who were not young. 'Yes, said Mrs Brangwen, cool but yet gratified. 'I have heard them speak of you often enough. He laughed. Gudrun looked aside, feeling she was being belittled.
'So they wouldn't let you see Bismarck, Mademoiselle? he said. 'Non, Monsieur. 'Ay, very mean of them. What are you going to do to him, Miss Brangwen? I want him sent to the kitchen and cooked. 'Oh no, cried Winifred. 'We're going to draw him, said Gudrun. 'Draw him and quarter him and dish him up, he said, being purposely fatuous. 'Oh no, cried Winifred with emphasis, chuckling.
Then Gerald came up, dressed in white, with a black and brown blazer, and looking handsome. He too was introduced to the Brangwen parents, and immediately he spoke to Mrs Brangwen as if she were a lady, and to Brangwen as if he were NOT a gentleman. Gerlad was so obvious in his demeanour.
'Yes but, you see, said Birkin slowly, rather wearily, bored again by this new turn, 'they won't give either you or me the chance to bury them, because they're not to be buried. Brangwen looked at him in a sudden flare of impotent anger. 'Now, Mr Birkin, he said, 'I don't know what you've come here for, and I don't know what you're asking for.
Tant de fois je le lui ai demande, "Qu'est ce donc que ce Bismarck, Winifred?" Mais elle n'a pas voulu me le dire. Son Bismarck, c'etait un mystere. 'Oui, c'est un mystere, vraiment un mystere! Miss Brangwen, say that Bismarck is a mystery, cried Winifred. 'Bismarck, is a mystery, Bismarck, c'est un mystere, der Bismarck, er ist ein Wunder, said Gudrun, in mocking incantation.
Suddenly the child asked, in a voice of unconcern: 'Do you think my father's going to die, Miss Brangwen? Gudrun started. 'I don't know, she replied. 'Don't you truly? 'Nobody knows for certain. He MAY die, of course. The child pondered a few moments, then she asked: 'But do you THINK he will die?
'How do you mean? asked the father. 'If one repents being married, the marriage is at an end, said Birkin. 'You think so? 'Yes. 'Ay, well that may be your way of looking at it. Birkin, in silence, thought to himself: 'So it may. As for YOUR way of looking at it, William Brangwen, it needs a little explaining. 'I suppose, said Brangwen, 'you know what sort of people we are?
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