nough before it sees itself through in
actuality. And then, when one has seen one's soul, one is something
else.'

'CAN one see it through in one's soul?' asked Gudrun. 'If you mean that
you can see to the end of what will happen, I don't agree. I really
can't agree. And anyhow, you can't suddenly fly off on to a new planet,
because you think you can see to the end of this.'

Ursula suddenly straightened herself.

'Yes,' she said. 'Yes--one knows. One has no more connections here. One
has a sort of other self, that belongs to a new planet, not to this.
You've got to hop off.'

Gudrun reflected for a few moments. Then a smile of ridicule, almost of
contempt, came over her face.

'And what will happen when you find yourself in space?' she cried in
derision. 'After all, the great ideas of the world are the same there.
You above everybody can't get away from the fact that love, for
instance, is the supreme thing, in space as well as on earth.'

'No,' said Ursula, 'it isn't. Love is too human and little. I believe
in something inhuman, of which love is only a little part. I believe
what we must fulfil comes out of the unknown to us, and it is something
infinitely more than love. It isn't so merely HUMAN.'

Gudrun looked at Ursula with steady, balancing eyes. She admired and
despised her sister so much, both! Then, suddenly she averted her face,
saying coldly, uglily:

'Well, I've got no further than love, yet.'

Over Ursula's mind flashed the thought: 'Because you never HAVE loved,
you can't get beyond it.'

Gudrun rose, came over to Ursula and put her arm round her neck.

'Go and find your new world, dear,' she said, her voice clanging with
false benignity. 'After all, the happiest voyage is the quest of
Rupert's Blessed Isles.'

Her arm rested round Ursula's neck, her fingers on Ursula's cheek for a
few moments. Ursula was supremely uncomfortable meanwhile. There was an
insult in Gudrun's protective patronage that was really too hurting.
Feeling her sister's resistance, Gudrun drew awkwardly away, turned
over the pillow, and disclosed the stockings again.

'Ha--ha!' she laughed, rather hollowly. 'How we do talk indeed--new
worlds and old--!'

And they passed to the familiar worldly subjects.

Gerald and Birkin had walked on ahead, waiting for the sledge to
overtake them, conveying the departing guests.

'How much longer will you stay here?' asked Birkin, glancing up at
Gerald's very red, almost blank f