'When people are in grief, they would do better to cover their faces and keep in retirement, as in the old days.' 'Certainly!' cried Gudrun, flushed and inflammable.

'What can be worse than this public grief--what is more horrible, more false! If GRIEF is not private, and hidden, what is ?' 'Exactly,' he said.

'I felt ashamed when I was there and they were all going about in a lugubrious false way, feeling they must not be natural or ordinary.' 'Well--' said Mrs Brangwen, offended at this criticism, 'it isn't so easy to bear a trouble like that.' And she went upstairs to the children.
He remained only a few minutes longer, then took his leave.

When he was gone Ursula felt such a poignant hatred of him, that all her brain seemed turned into a sharp crystal of fine hatred.

Her whole nature seemed sharpened and intensified into a pure dart of hate.