And all the while his eyes were on the girl, estimating and handling with pleasure her young softness. About the girl herself, who or what she was, he cared nothing, he was quite unaware that she was anybody. She was just the sensual object of his attention.

“Shall we go, then?” he said.

She rose in silence, as if acting without a mind, merely physically. He seemed to hold her in his will.

Outside it was still raining.

“Let's have a walk,” he said. “I don't mind the rain, do you?”

“No, I don't mind it,” she said.

He was alert in every sense and fibre, and yet quite sure and steady, and lit up, as if