‘Did he hurt you?’ he asked.

‘No,’ she said.

‘He’s an insensible beast,’ he said, turning his face away.

They came to the little court, which was shut in by old red walls in whose crevices wall-flowers were growing. The grass was soft and fine and old, a level floor carpeting the court, the sky was blue overhead. Gerald tossed the rabbit down. It crouched still and would not move. Gudrun watched it with faint horror.

‘Why doesn’t it move?’ she cried.

‘It’s skulking,’ he said.

She looked up at him, and a slight sinister smile contracted her white face.