‘Ursula, there’s somebody.’

‘I know. Don’t be silly,’ she replied. She too was startled, almost frightened. She dared hardly go to the door.

Birkin stood on the threshold, his rain-coat turned up to his ears. He had come now, now she was gone far away. She was aware of the rainy night behind him.

‘Oh is it you?’ she said.

‘I am glad you are at home,’ he said in a low voice, entering the house.

‘They are all gone to church.’

He took off his coat and hung it up. The children were peeping at him round the corner.

‘Go and get undressed now, Billy and Dora,’