She was laughing at him, with a little, mock-caressive contempt.

‘To be sure, I’d rather see the woman than the hair,’ he laughed in return.

‘Wouldn’t you just!’ mocked Gudrun.

Ursula rose and went away, leaving the three together.

Gudrun took the picture again from Gerald, and sat looking at it closely.

‘Of course,’ she said, turning to tease Loerke now, ‘you UNDERSTOOD your little Malschulerin.’

He raised his eyebrows and his shoulders in a complacent shrug.

‘The little girl?’ asked Gerald, pointing to the figure.