She dared hardly go to the door.
Birkin stood on the threshold, his rain-coat turned up to his ears. He
had come now, now she was gone far away. She was aware of the rainy
night behind him.
'Oh is it you?' she said.
'I am glad you are at home,' he said in a low voice, entering the
house.
'They are all gone to church.'
He took off his coat and hung it up. The children were peeping at him
round the corner.
'Go and get undressed now, Billy and Dora,' said Ursula. 'Mother will
be back soon, and she'll be disappointed if you're not in bed.'
The children, in a sudden angelic mood, retired without a word. Birkin
and Ursula went into the drawing-room.
The fire burned low. He looked at her and wondered at the luminous
delicacy of her beauty, and the wide shining of her eyes. He watched
from a distance, with wonder in his heart, she seemed transfigured with
light.
'What have you been doing all day?' he asked her.
'Only sitting about,' she said.
He looked at her. There was a change in her.
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