Gudrun flushed darkly.
“You mean with Ursula?” she said, in challenge.
“Yes. That is so, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think there’s any engagement,” said Gudrun, coldly.
“That so? Still no developments, Rupert?” he called.
“Where? Matrimonial? No.”
“How’s that?” called Gudrun.
Birkin glanced quickly round. There was irritation in his eyes also.
“Why?” he replied. “What do you think of it, Gudrun?”
“Oh,” she cried, determined to fling her stone also into the pool, since they had begun, “I don’t think she wants an engagement. Naturally, she’s a bird that prefers the bush.” Gudrun’s voice was clear and gong-like. It reminded Rupert of her father’s, so strong and vibrant.