‘I don’t think she wants an engagement. Naturally, she’s a bird that prefers the bush.’ Gudrun’s voice was clear and gong-like. It reminded Rupert of her father’s, so strong and vibrant.

‘And I,’ said Birkin, his face playful but yet determined, ‘I want a binding contract, and am not keen on love, particularly free love.’

They were both amused. WHY this public avowal? Gerald seemed suspended a moment, in amusement.

‘Love isn’t good enough for you?’ he called.

‘No!’ shouted Birkin.

‘Ha, well that’s being over-refined,’ said Gerald, and the car ran through the mud.