real to rouse her。 A long way off she could hear the words; 〃I
am dying of hunger。〃 Yet she lay still; separate; at peace; and
the words were unuttered。 There was still another lapse。
And then; quite calmly; even a little surprised; she was in
the present; and was saying:
〃I am dying with hunger。〃
〃So am I;〃 he said calmly; as if it were of not the slightest
significance。 And they relapsed into the warm; golden stillness。
And the minutes flowed unheeded past the window outside。
Then suddenly she stirred against him。
〃My dear; I am dying of hunger;〃 she said。
It was a slight pain to him to be brought to。
〃Well get up;〃 he said; unmoving。
And she sank her head on to him again; and they lay still;
lapsing。 Half consciously; he heard the clock chime the hour。
She did not hear。
〃Do get up;〃 she murmured at length; 〃and give me something
to eat。〃
〃Yes;〃 he said; and he put his arms round her; and she lay
with her face on him。 They were faintly astonished that they did
not move。 The minutes rustled louder at the window。
〃Let me go then;〃 he said。
She lifted her head from him; relinquishingly。 With a little
breaking away; he moved out of bed; and was taking his clothes。
She stretched out her hand to him。
〃You are so nice;〃 she said; and he went back for a moment or
two。
Then actually he did slip into some clothes; and; looking
round quickly at her; was gone out of the room。 She lay
translated again into a pale; clearer peace。 As if she were a
spirit; she listened to the noise of him downstairs; as if she
were no longer of the material world。
It was half…past one。 He looked at the silent kitchen;
untouched from last night; dim with the drawn blind。 And he
hastened to draw up the blind; so people should know they were