chair; rocking slowly; languidly; backward and forward; as
Ursula talked to him。
〃You are not poor; are you?〃 she said。
〃Poor in money? I have about a hundred and fifty a year of my
own……so I am poor or rich; as you like。 I am poor enough;
in fact。〃
〃But you will earn money?〃
〃I shall have my pay……I have my pay now。 Ive got my
mission。 That is another hundred and fifty。〃
〃You will have more; though?〃
〃I shant have more than 200 pounds a year for ten years to
e。 I shall always be poor; if I have to live on my pay。〃
〃Do you mind it?〃
〃Being poor? Not now……not very much。 I may later。
People……the officers; are good to me。 Colonel Hepburn has a
sort of fancy for me……he is a rich man; I suppose。〃
A chill went over Ursula。 Was he going to sell himself in
some way?
〃Is Colonel Hepburn married?〃
〃Yes……with two daughters。〃
But she was too proud at once to care whether Colonel
Hepburns daughter wanted to marry him or not。
There came a silence。 Gudrun entered; and Skrebensky still
rocked languidly on the chair。
〃You look very lazy;〃 said Gudrun。
〃I am lazy;〃 he answered。
〃You look really floppy;〃 she said。
〃I am floppy;〃 he answered。
〃Cant you stop?〃 asked Gudrun。
〃No……its the perpetuum mobile。〃
〃You look as if you hadnt a bone in your body。〃
〃Thats how I like to feel。〃
〃I dont admire your taste。〃
〃Thats 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;