"Release me." And he undid the clinging arms, and took the child from her, and laid it again in the cradling grass.
"It's conceived a violent passion for you," said he.
"They always do," said she serenely.
The door of the cottage was open.

The mother stood on the threshold, shading her eyes and wondering at them.

She gave Anne water, hospitably, in an old china cup.
When Anne had drunk she handed the cup to her husband.

He drank with his eyes fixed on her over the brim, and gave it to her again.

He wondered whether she would drink from it after him (Anne was excessively fastidious).