"Ursula," said Gudrun, "don't you _really want_ to get married?" Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate. "I don't know," she replied. "It depends how you mean." Gudrun was slightly taken aback. She watched her sister for some moments -- "Well," she said, ironically, "it usually means one thing! But don't you think anyhow, you'd be --" she darkened slightly -- "in a better position than you are in now." A shadow came over Ursula's face. -- "I might," she said.