She got up and went out because she simply could not be in that room any more, with Jonathan’s breath on her shoulder; shifting carefully so that she did not wake him, going to the window, drawing back the curtain just so much so that there was light in the room to dress by, looking out and seeing no one. It was early. Too early even for Richard to be up. She felt better once she was out in the morning air. There was the sound of the pigeons. The dog for company. There was a heavy dew, almost a mist, spiders’ webs made visible on the grass and on the stubble where they were coated with the dew. Untouched.

He saw the dog first. Someone had opened the door and let her out. Then he saw Kumiko. He ran to catch up.

You’re out early.

You know that I always wake early.

All these mornings he had seen her but had not spoken of it. But you don’t come outside, he said, panting, slowing his pace to hers. Away from them, in the house behind the tall hedge, the curtains on the spare-room window were only half drawn.

This morning I thought I would.

It’s almost September. Almost autumn.

There was a milky sheen of dew over the ground. That was why when he had seen her in the distance she had seemed to be walking so smoothly. As if she was floating. The air above was clear. Even where they breathed it, the air was clear. It was going to be a fine day, finer and bluer than any just passed.

It’s good to be out so early, she said.

But she looked sleepy, as if she hadn’t slept well and needed to go back and sleep some more. She looked like she had just thrown on her jeans and T-shirt and hadn’t brushed her hair. Not so neat as usual. As he looked at her and thought that, she put her fingers through her hair to smooth it out, put up both hands to twist it into a knot. But what are you doing here, she said. She raised her head so that the knot slipped a little.

What I usually do, he said. Thinking what should be done. Her hair was heavy, he thought. He could imagine the dark weight of it in his fingers. No, not imagine. He had felt it the night before. Were they pretending the night before hadn’t happened?

Look at the spiders’ webs, she said.