Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 4 Page 22

As the match went out she saw him beginning to smile.

“I can sit right at this end,” she said. “You lie down.”

He came and sat on the hay, at some distance from her. After a spell of silence:

“Is he really your husband?” he asked.

“He is!” she answered grimly.

“Hm!” Then there was silence again.

After a while: “Are you warm now?”

“Why do you bother yourself?”

“I don’t bother myself — do you follow him because you like him?” He put it very timidly. He wanted to know.