“Let me hold her,” she added.

He yielded her the child, that smelt of babies. But it had such blue, wide, china blue eyes, and it laughed so oddly, with such a taking grimace, Ursula loved it.

She cooed and talked to it. It was such an odd, exciting child.

“What's your name?” the man suddenly asked of her.

“My name is Ursula — Ursula Brangwen,” she replied.

“Ursula!” he exclaimed, dumbfounded.

“There was a Saint Ursula. It's a very old name,” she added hastily, in justification.

“Hey, mother!” he called.

There was no answer.