But Dora edged away like a tiny Dryad that will not be touched.
'Won't you say good-night to Mr Birkin?
Go, he's waiting for you,' said Ursula.

But the girl-child only made a little motion away from him.
'Silly Dora, silly Dora!' said Ursula.
Birkin felt some mistrust and antagonism in the small child.

He could not understand it.
'Come then,' said Ursula.

'Let us go before mother comes.' 'Who'll hear us say our prayers ?' asked Billy anxiously.
'Whom you like.' 'Won't you ?' 'Yes, I will.' 'Ursula ?' 'Well Billy ?' 'Is it WHOM you like ?' 'That's it.' 'Well what is WHOM ?' 'It's the accusative of who.' There was a moment's contemplative silence, then the confiding: 'Is it ?' Birkin smiled to himself as he sat by the fire.

When Ursula came down he sat motionless, with his arms on his knees.