he said. ‘So long as it was something worth hitting.’

‘Quite!’ said Birkin, in his soft voice. There was a long pause during which each could feel the presence of the other.

‘One has to wait,’ said Birkin.

‘Ah God! Waiting! What are we waiting for?’

‘Some old Johnny says there are three cures for ENNUI, sleep, drink, and travel,’ said Birkin.

‘All cold eggs,’ said Gerald. ‘In sleep, you dream, in drink you curse, and in travel you yell at a porter. No, work and love are the two. When you’re not at work you should be in love.’

‘Be it then,’ said Birkin.