‘Not somewhere — anywhere,’ he said. ‘One should just live anywhere — not have a definite place. I don’t want a definite place. As soon as you get a room, and it is COMPLETE, you want to run from it. Now my rooms at the Mill are quite complete, I want them at the bottom of the sea. It is a horrible tyranny of a fixed milieu, where each piece of furniture is a commandment-stone.’

She clung to his arm as they walked away from the market.

‘But what are we going to do?’ she said. ‘We must live somehow. And I do want some beauty in my surroundings. I want a sort of natural GRANDEUR even, SPLENDOUR.’

‘You’ll never get it in houses and furniture — or even clothes.