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'Then we shan't have names any more we shall be like the Germans, nothing but Herr Obermeister and Herr Untermeister. I can imagine it "I am Mrs Colliery-Manager Crich I am Mrs Member-of-Parliament Roddice. I am Miss Art-Teacher Brangwen." Very pretty that. 'Things would work very much better, Miss Art-Teacher Brangwen, said Gerald. 'What things, Mr Colliery-Manager Crich?
Then they moved off, as if they had been dismissed like inferiors. The four women parted. As soon as they had gone far enough, Ursula said, her cheeks burning, 'I do think she's impudent. 'Who, Hermione Roddice? asked Gudrun. 'Why? 'The way she treats one impudence! 'Why, Ursula, what did you notice that was so impudent? asked Gudrun rather coldly. 'Her whole manner.
'After all, she's got the sense to know we're not just the ordinary run, said Gudrun. 'Whatever she is, she's not a fool. And I'd rather have somebody I detested, than the ordinary woman who keeps to her own set. Hermione Roddice does risk herself in some respects. Ursula pondered this for a time. 'I doubt it, she replied. 'Really she risks nothing.
'Salsie, yes, it is her brother, said the little Contessa, lifting her head for a moment from her book, and speaking as if to give information, in her slightly deepened, guttural English. They all waited. And then round the bushes came the tall form of Alexander Roddice, striding romantically like a Meredith hero who remembers Disraeli.
Her voice was cold and angry. 'Yes, persisted Ursula. At that moment they heard a woman's voice a few yards off say loudly: 'Oh damn the thing! They went forward and saw Laura Crich and Hermione Roddice in the field on the other side of the hedge, and Laura Crich struggling with the gate, to get out. Ursula at once hurried up and helped to lift the gate.
Hermione Roddice came up, in a handsome gown of white lace, trailing an enormous silk shawl blotched with great embroidered flowers, and balancing an enormous plain hat on her head.
Gerald could never fly away from himself, in real indifferent gaiety. He had a clog, a sort of monomania. There was silence for a time. Then Birkin said, in a lighter tone, letting the stress of the contact pass: 'Can't you get a good governess for Winifred? somebody exceptional? 'Hermione Roddice suggested we should ask Gudrun to teach her to draw and to model in clay.
'There's Salsie! sang Hermione, in her slow, amusing sing-song. And laying down her work, she rose slowly, and slowly passed over the lawn, round the bushes, out of sight. 'Who is it? asked Gudrun. 'Mr Roddice Miss Roddice's brother at least, I suppose it's he, said Sir Joshua.
She felt troubled, as if it rested upon her. The chief bridesmaids had arrived. Ursula watched them come up the steps. One of them she knew, a tall, slow, reluctant woman with a weight of fair hair and a pale, long face. This was Hermione Roddice, a friend of the Criches.
At once the atmosphere of the House of Commons made itself felt over the lawn: the Home Secretary had said such and such a thing, and he, Roddice, on the other hand, thought such and such a thing, and had said so-and-so to the PM. Now Hermione came round the bushes with Gerald Crich. He had come along with Alexander.
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