The young man turned away, and said, with averted grin:

‘Only warnts legs on ‘is.’

The four parted. The young woman thanked them.

‘Thank you for the chair — it’ll last till it gives way.’

‘Keep it for an ornyment,’ said the young man.

‘Good afternoon — Good afternoon,’ said Ursula and Birkin.

‘Goo’-luck to you,’ said the young man, glancing and avoiding Birkin’s eyes, as he turned aside his head.

The two couples went asunder, Ursula clinging to Birkin’s arm. When they had gone some distance, she glanced back and saw