“Well,” he said, “if you know beforehand you couldn’t stand it, you’re safe.”
“Quite!” said Gudrun.
“Why does every woman think her aim in life is to have a hubby and a little grey home in the west? Why is this the goal of life? Why should it be?” said Ursula.
“Il faut avoir le respect de ses bêtises,” said Birkin.
“But you needn’t have the respect for the bêtise before you’ve committed it,” laughed Ursula.
“Ah then, des bêtises du papa?”
“Et de la maman,” added Gudrun satirically.
“Et des voisins,” said Ursula.
They all laughed, and rose. It was getting dark. They carried the things to the car. Gudrun locked the door of the empty house. Birkin had lighted the lamps of the automobile. It all seemed very happy, as if they were setting out.
“Do you mind stopping at Coulsons. I have to leave the key there,” said Gudrun.