‘New ones as well,’ he said.

They retraced their steps.

There — in front of some furniture, stood the young couple, the woman who was going to have a baby, and the narrow-faced youth. She was fair, rather short, stout. He was of medium height, attractively built. His dark hair fell sideways over his brow, from under his cap, he stood strangely aloof, like one of the damned.

‘Let us give it to THEM,’ whispered Ursula. ‘Look they are getting a home together.’

‘I won’t aid abet them in it,’ he said petulantly, instantly sympathising with the aloof, furtive youth, against the active, procreant female.

‘Oh yes,’ cried Ursula.