Then she went out, and a maid came in with hot water, and I poured
it out and washed; and there was the wedding ring on my finger;
I could see it through the water and the soapsuds in the basin,
when I held my hand right down.
Walter was standing behind me; he saw the ring too.
He said:
‘My hand now,’ and took hold of my wrist, and I laughed, and
drew my hand away, and I dried it quickly on the towel, and told
him to go downstairs, and I would come.
I wanted to brush my hair, and clean my face, and I was shy of
Walter being there.