‘Oh God, Gerald!’ said Birkin, in some disgust.

They both looked uneasily at Birkin.

‘You’re silent tonight, Wupert,’ she said to him, with a slight insolence, being safe with the other man.

Halliday was coming back, looking forlorn and sick.

‘Pussum,’ he said, ‘I wish you wouldn’t do these things — Oh!’ He sank in his chair with a groan.

‘You’d better go home,’ she said to him.

‘I WILL go home,’ he said. ‘But won’t you all come along. Won’t you come round to the flat?’ he said to Gerald. ‘I should be so glad if you would. Do — that’ll