ould stop, when it would cease. It was not over yet.

He had come to the hollow basin of snow, surrounded by sheer slopes and
precipices, out of which rose a track that brought one to the top of
the mountain. But he wandered unconsciously, till he slipped and fell
down, and as he fell something broke in his soul, and immediately he
went to sleep.

CHAPTER XXXI.

EXEUNT

When they brought the body home, the next morning, Gudrun was shut up
in her room. From her window she saw men coming along with a burden,
over the snow. She sat still and let the minutes go by.

There came a tap at her door. She opened. There stood a woman, saying
softly, oh, far too reverently:

'They have found him, madam!'

'Il est mort?'

'Yes--hours ago.'

Gudrun did not know what to say. What should she say? What should she
feel? What should she do? What did they expect of her? She was coldly
at a loss.

'Thank you,' she said, and she shut the door of her room. The woman
went away mortified. Not a word, not a tear--ha! Gudrun was cold, a
cold woman.

Gudrun sat on in her room, her face pale and impassive. What was she to
do? She could not weep and make a scene. She could not alter herself.
She sat motionless, hiding from people. Her one motive was to avoid
actual contact with events. She only wrote out a long telegram to
Ursula and Birkin.

In the afternoon, however, she rose suddenly to look for Loerke. She
glanced with apprehension at the door of the room that had been
Gerald's. Not for worlds would she enter there.

She found Loerke sitting alone in the lounge. She went straight up to
him.

'It isn't true, is it?' she said.

He looked up at her. A small smile of misery twisted his face. He
shrugged his shoulders.

'True?' he echoed.

'We haven't killed him?' she asked.

He disliked her coming to him in such a manner. He raised his shoulders
wearily.

'It has happened,' he said.

She looked at him. He sat crushed and frustrated for the time being,
quite as emotionless and barren as herself. My God! this was a barren
tragedy, barren, barren.

She returned to her room to wait for Ursula and Birkin. She wanted to
get away, only to get away. She could not think or feel until she had
got away, till she was loosed from this position.

The day passed, the next day came. She heard the sledge, saw Ursula and
Birkin alight, and she shrank from these also.

Ursula came straight up to her.

'Gudrun!' she cried, th