change — ’

His eyes were bright and puzzled.

‘Now do you think I shall ever feel that for a woman?’ he said, anxiously.

Birkin looked at him, and shook his head.

‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I could not say.’

Gerald had been on the QUI VIVE, as awaiting his fate. Now he drew back in his chair.

‘No,’ he said, ‘and neither do I, and neither do I.’

‘We are different, you and I,’ said Birkin. ‘I can’t tell your life.’

‘No,’ said Gerald, ‘no more can I. But I tell you —