Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 5 Page 7

“I bet I s’ll niver see you again,” he said, with a short, hard laugh. She put her arms round him, pressed him to her bosom, while the tears rose to her eyes. He was reassured, but not satisfied.

“Shall you write to me to-night?”

“Yes, I will.”

“And can I write to you — who shall I write to?”

“Mrs Bredon.”

“‘Bredon’!” he repeated bitterly.

He was exceedingly uneasy.

The dawn had grown quite wan. He saw the hedges drooping wet down the grey mist. Then he told her about Maurice.

“Oh, you shouldn’t!”