Ursula walks the streets, which are covered in ice, wondering if this is the beginning of a new Ice Age.
She trudges upstairs to her apartment, which is "Dickensian" (18.5) in its dinginess (i.e., long-winded and full of about 723 tenants).
A care package from Pammy is waiting for her: cabbages, potatoes, eggs, and, most important, a bottle of whiskey.
Ursula lights the gas fire, unpacks the box, and listens to the radio while she waits for the water to boil.
She remembers things that have happened in the last thirty years: her mother's suicide, the end of the war, lost friends, getting her mind off things by shopping at Selfridge's.
The boiled egg is yummalicious, and Ursula inscribes a thank-you postcard to Pammy to mail the next day.
Then the power goes out.
Ursula crawls under the blanket to sleep. She's very, very tired—and she wonders if the smell of the gas will wake her if the pilot light goes out.
It doesn't… and "Darkness begins to fall" (18.38).