“Your sister has come home?” she said.
“Yes,” said Ursula.
“And does she like being back in Beldover?”
“No,” said Ursula.
“No, I wonder she can bear it. It takes all my strength, to bear the ugliness of this district, when I stay here. Won’t you come and see me? Won’t you come with your sister to stay at Breadalby for a few days?—do—”
“Thank you very much,” said Ursula.
“Then I will write to you,” said Hermione. “You think your sister will come? I should be so glad. I think she is wonderful. I think some of her work is really wonderful. I have two water-wagtails, carved in wood, and painted—perhaps you have seen it?”
“No,” said Ursula.
“I think it is perfectly wonderful—like a flash of instinct.”
“Her little carvings are strange,” said Ursula.