She looked at him for a long time, intimate and playful, then she gave a short little laugh. And then only she turned to Ursula, who, with all the class, had been watching the little scene between the lovers.

‘How do you do, Miss Brangwen,’ sang Hermione, in her low, odd, singing fashion, that sounded almost as if she were poking fun. ‘Do you mind my coming in?’

Her grey, almost sardonic eyes rested all the while on Ursula, as if summing her up.

‘Oh no,’ said Ursula.

‘Are you SURE?’ repeated Hermione, with complete sang froid, and an odd, half-bullying effrontery.

‘Oh no, I like it awfully,’ laughed Ursula, a little bit