"You look very lazy," said Gudrun.
"I am lazy," he answered.
"You look really floppy," she said.
"I am floppy," he answered.
"Can't you stop?" asked Gudrun.
"No—it's the perpetuum mobile."
"You look as if you hadn't a bone in your body."
"That's how I like to feel."
"I don't admire your taste."
"That's my misfortune."
And he rocked on.
Gudrun seated herself behind him, and as he rocked back, she caught his hair between her finger and thumb, so that it tugged him as he swung forward again. He took no notice. There was only the sound of the rockers on the floor. In silence, like a crab, Gudrun caught a strand of his hair each time he rocked back. Ursula flushed, and sat in some pain. She saw the irritation gathering on his brow.
At last he leapt up, suddenly, like a steel spring going off, and stood on the hearthrug.
"Damn it, why can't I rock?" he asked petulantly, fiercely.
Ursula loved him for his sudden, steel-like start out of the languor. He stood on the hearthrug fuming, his eyes gleaming with anger.
Gudrun laughed in her deep, mellow fashion.
"Men don't rock themselves," she said.
"Girls don't pull men's hair," he said.
Gudrun laughed again.
Ursula sat amused, but waiting. And he knew Ursula was waiting for him. It roused his blood. He had to go to her, to follow her call.
Once he drove her to Derby in the dog-cart. He belonged to the horsey set of the sappers. They had lunch in an inn, and went through the market, pleased with everything. He bought her a copy of "Wuthering Heights" from a bookstall. Then they found a little fair in progress and she said,
"My father used to take me in the swingboats."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"Oh, it was fine," she said.
"Would you like to go now?"
"Love it," she said, though she was afraid. But the prospect of doing an unusual, exciting thing was attractive to her.
He went straight to the stand, paid the money, and helped
