here sometimes."

Ursula was beside herself. She could not endure till the
Saturday came, her thoughts burned up like a fire. If only it
were Saturday, if only it were Saturday.

Then Saturday came, and she set out. Miss Inger met her in
Sawley, and they walked about three miles to the bungalow. It
was a moist, warm cloudy day.

The bungalow was a tiny, two-roomed shanty set on a steep
bank. Everything in it was exquisite. In delicious privacy, the
two girls made tea, and then they talked. Ursula need not be
home till about ten o'clock.

The talk was led, by a kind of spell, to love. Miss Inger was
telling Ursula of a friend, how she had died in childbirth, and
what she had suffered; then she told of a prostitute, and of
some of her experiences with men.

As they talked thus, on the little verandah of the bungalow,
the night fell, there was a little warm rain.

"It is really stifling," said Miss Inger.

They watched a train, whose lights were pale in the lingering
twilight, rushing across the distance.

"It will thunder," said Ursula.

The electric suspense continued, the darkness sank, they were
eclipsed.

"I think I shall go and bathe," said Miss Inger, out of the
cloud-black darkness.

"At night?" said Ursula.

"It is best at night. Will you come?"

"I should like to."

"It is quite safe--the grounds are private. We had
better undress in the bungalow, for fear of the rain, then run
down."

Shyly, stiffly, Ursula went into the bungalow, and began to
remove her clothes. The lamp was turned low, she stood in the
shadow. By another chair Winifred Inger was undressing.

Soon the naked, shadowy figure of the elder girl came to the
younger.

"Are you ready?" she said.

"One moment."

Ursula could hardly speak. The other naked woman stood by,
stood near, silent. Ursula was ready.

They ventured out into the darkness, feeling the soft air of
night upon their skins.

"I can't see the path," said Ursula.

"It is here," said the voice, and the wavering, pallid figure
was beside her, a hand grasping her arm. And the elder held the
younger close against her, close, as they went down, and by the
side of the water, she put her arms round her, and kissed her.
And she lifted her in her arms, close, saying, softly:

"I shall carry you into the water."

[Ursula lay still in her mistress's arms, her forehead against the
beloved, maddening breast.

"I shall put you in," said Winifred.

But Ursula t