Pure bullying.She's an impudent woman."You'll come and see me," as if we should be falling over ourselves for the privilege.'
`I can't understand, Ursula, what you are so much put out about,' said Gudrun, in some exasperation.`One knows those women are impudent -- these free women who have emancipated themselves from the aristocracy.'
`But it is so Unnecessary -- so vulgar,' cried Ursula.
`No, I don't see it.And if I did -- pour moi, elle n'existe pas.Idon't grant her the power to be impudent to me.'
`Do you think she likes you?' asked Ursula.
`Well, no, I shouldn't think she did.'
`Then why does she ask you to go to Breadalby and stay with her?'
Gudrun lifted her shoulders in a low shrug.
`After all, she's got the sense to know we're not just the ordinary run,' said Gudrun.`Whatever she is, she's not a fool.And I'd rather have somebody I detested, than the ordinary woman who keeps to her own set.
Hermione Roddice does risk herself in some respects.'
Ursula pondered this for a time.
`I doubt it,' she replied.`Really she risks nothing.I suppose we ought to admire her for knowing she can invite us -- school teachers --and risk nothing.'
`Precisely!' said Gudrun.`Think of the myriads of women that daren't do it.She makes the most of her privileges -- that's something.I suppose, really, we should do the same, in her place.'
`No,' said Ursula.`No.It would bore me.I couldn't spend my time playing her games.It's infra dig.'
The two sisters were like a pair of scissors, snipping off everything that came athwart them; or like a knife and a whetstone, the one sharpened against the other.
`Of course,' cried Ursula suddenly, `she ought to thank her stars if we will go and see her.You are perfectly beautiful, a thousand times more beautiful than ever she is or was, and to my thinking, a thousand times more beautifully dressed, for she never looks fresh and natural, like a flower, always old, thought-out; and we are more intelligent than most people.'
`Undoubtedly!' said Gudrun.
`And it ought to be admitted, simply,' said Ursula.
`Certainly it ought,' said Gudrun.`But you'll find that the really chic thing is to be so absolutely ordinary, so perfectly commonplace and like the person in the street, that you really are a masterpiece of humanity, not the person in the street actually, but the artistic creation of her --'
`How awful!' cried Ursula.
`Yes, Ursula, it is awful, in most respects.You daren't be anything that isn't amazingly a terre, so much a terre that it is the artistic creation of ordinariness.'
`It's very dull to create oneself into nothing better,' laughed Ursula.
`Very dull!' retorted Gudrun.`Really Ursula, it is dull, that's just the word.One longs to be high-flown, and make speeches like Corneille, after it.'
Gudrun was becoming flushed and excited over her own cleverness.
`Strut,' said Ursula.`One wants to strut, to be a swan among geese.'
`Exactly,' cried Gudrun, `a swan among geese.'
`They are all so busy playing the ugly duckling,' cried Ursula, with mocking laughter.`And I don't feel a bit like a humble and pathetic ugly duckling.I do feel like a swan among geese -- I can't help it.They make one feel so.And I don't care what they think of me.fe m'en fiche.'
Gudrun looked up at Ursula with a queer, uncertain envy and dislike.
`Of course, the only thing to do is to despise them all -- just all,'
she said.
The sisters went home again, to read and talk and work, and wait for Monday, for school.Ursula often wondered what else she waited for, besides the beginning and end of the school week, and the beginning and end of the holidays.This was a whole life! Sometimes she had periods of tight horror, when it seemed to her that her life would pass away, and be gone, without having been more than this.But she never really accepted it.Her spirit was active, her life like a shoot that is growing steadily, but which has not yet come above ground.
