"I want you to hold me in your arms," she said. "I want you to tell me you are glad we are having a child."
She looked so lovely and warm and wistful, his bowels stirred towards her.
"I suppose we can go to my room," he said. "Though it's scandalous again."
But she saw the forgetfulness of the world coming over him again, his face taking the soft, pure look of tender passion.
They walked by the remoter streets to Coburg Square, where he had a room at the top of the house, an attic room where he cooked for himself on a gas ring. It was small, but decent and tidy.
She took off her things, and made him do the same. She was lovely in the soft first flush of her pregnancy.
"I ought to leave you alone," he said.
"No!" she said. "Love me! Love me, and say you'll keep me. Say you'll keep me! Say you'll never let me go, to the world nor to anybody."
She crept close against him, clinging fast to his thin, strong naked body, the only home she had ever known.
"Then I'll keep thee," he said. "If tha wants it, then I'll keep thee."