And then, to the amazement of everybody, the maid came hurrying with a large tea-tray. The afternoon had passed so swiftly.

After tea, they were all gathered for a walk.

‘Would you like to come for a walk?’ said Hermione to each of them, one by one. And they all said yes, feeling somehow like prisoners marshalled for exercise. Birkin only refused.

‘Will you come for a walk, Rupert?’

‘No, Hermione.’

‘But are you SURE?’

‘Quite sure.’ There was a second’s hesitation.

‘And why not?’ sang Hermione’s question. It made her blood run sharp,