'They will go to sleep automatically, now the impression of evening is produced.' 'Are they so easily deceived ?' cried Ursula.
'Oh, yes,' replied Gerald.

'Don't you know the story of Fabre, who, when he was a boy, put a hen's head under her wing, and she straight away went to sleep?
It's quite true.' 'And did that make him a naturalist ?' asked Birkin.
'Probably,' said Gerald.
Meanwhile Ursula was peeping under one of the cloths.

There sat the canary in a corner, bunched and fluffed up for sleep.
'How ridiculous!' she cried.

'It really thinks the night has come! How absurd! Really, how can one have any respect for a creature that is so easily taken in!' 'Yes,' sang Hermione, coming also to look.

She put her hand on Ursula's arm and chuckled a low laugh.