she had come for a last
talk. Ursula, not knowing what she wanted, waited in silence.

'Do you FEEL, Ursula,' Gudrun began, rather sceptically, that you are
going-away-for-ever, never-to-return, sort of thing?'

'Oh, we shall come back,' said Ursula. 'It isn't a question of
train-journeys.'

'Yes, I know. But spiritually, so to speak, you are going away from us
all?'

Ursula quivered.

'I don't know a bit what is going to happen,' she said. 'I only know we
are going somewhere.'

Gudrun waited.

'And you are glad?' she asked.

Ursula meditated for a moment.

'I believe I am VERY glad,' she replied.

But Gudrun read the unconscious brightness on her sister's face, rather
than the uncertain tones of her speech.

'But don't you think you'll WANT the old connection with the
world--father and the rest of us, and all that it means, England and
the world of thought--don't you think you'll NEED that, really to make
a world?'

Ursula was silent, trying to imagine.

'I think,' she said at length, involuntarily, 'that Rupert is
right--one wants a new space to be in, and one falls away from the
old.'

Gudrun watched her sister with impassive face and steady eyes.

'One wants a new space to be in, I quite agree,' she said. 'But I think
that a new world is a development from this world, and that to isolate
oneself with one other person, isn't to find a new world at all, but
only to secure oneself in one's illusions.'

Ursula looked out of the window. In her soul she began to wrestle, and
she was frightened. She was always frightened of words, because she
knew that mere word-force could always make her believe what she did
not believe.

'Perhaps,' she said, full of mistrust, of herself and everybody. 'But,'
she added, 'I do think that one can't have anything new whilst one
cares for the old--do you know what I mean?--even fighting the old is
belonging to it. I know, one is tempted to stop with the world, just to
fight it. But then it isn't worth it.'

Gudrun considered herself.

'Yes,' she said. 'In a way, one is of the world if one lives in it. But
isn't it really an illusion to think you can get out of it? After all,
a cottage in the Abruzzi, or wherever it may be, isn't a new world. No,
the only thing to do with the world, is to see it through.'

Ursula looked away. She was so frightened of argument.

'But there CAN be something else, can't there?' she said. 'One can see
it through in one's soul, long e