Terence and Rachel glanced at each other across the table, which meant that when they were married they would not behave like that.  The entrance of Ridley into the conversation had a strange effect.  It became at once more formal and more polite.  It would have been impossible to talk quite easily of anything that came into their heads, and to say the word prostitute as simply as any other word.  The talk now turned upon literature and politics, and Ridley told stories of the distinguished people he had known in his youth.  Such talk was of the nature of an art, and the personalities and informalities of the young were silenced.  As they rose to go, Helen stopped for a moment, leaning her elbows on the table.

“You’ve all been sitting here,” she said, “for almost an hour, and you haven’t noticed my figs, or my flowers, or the way the light comes through, or anything.  I haven’t been listening, because I’ve been looking at you.  You looked very beautiful; I wish you’d go on sitting for ever.”

She led the way to the drawing-room, where she took up her embroidery, and began again to dissuade Terence from walking down to the hotel in this heat.  But the more she dissuaded, the more he was determined to go.  He became irritated and obstinate.  There were moments when they almost disliked each other.  He wanted other people; he wanted Rachel, to see them with him.  He suspected that Mrs. Ambrose would now try to dissuade her from going.  He was annoyed by all this space and shade and beauty, and Hirst, recumbent, drooping a magazine from his wrist.

“I’m going,” he repeated.  “Rachel needn’t come unless she wants to.”

“If you go, Hewet, I wish you’d make enquiries about the prostitute,” said Hirst.  “Look here,” he added, “I’ll walk half the way with you.”

Greatly to their surprise he raised himself, looked at his watch, and remarked that, as it was now half an hour since luncheon, the gastric juices had had sufficient time to secrete; he was trying a system, he explained, which involved short spells of exercise interspaced by longer intervals of rest.

“I shall be back at four,” he remarked to Helen, “when I shall lie down on the sofa and relax all my muscles completely.”

“So you’re going, Rachel?” Helen asked.  “You won’t stay with me?”

She smiled, but she might have been sad.

Was she sad, or was she really laughing?  Rachel could not tell, and she felt for the moment very uncomfortable between Helen and Terence.  Then she turned away, saying merely that she would go with Terence, on condition that he did all the talking.