We're too full of ourselves.' 'Surely it isn't a matter of conceit,' she cried.
'That and nothing else.' She was frankly puzzled.
'Don't you think that people are most conceited of all about their sensual powers ?' she asked.
'That's why they aren't sensual--only sensuous--which is another matter.

They're ALWAYS aware of themselves--and they're so conceited, that rather than release themselves, and live in another world, from another centre, they'd--' 'You want your tea, don't you,' said Hermione, turning to Ursula with a gracious kindliness.

'You've worked all day--' Birkin stopped short.

A spasm of anger and chagrin went over Ursula.
His face set.

And he bade good-bye, as if he had ceased to notice her.
They were gone.