nowhere particularly. They are often young fellows down from the University, and girls who are living their own lives, as they say.’

‘All loose?’ said Gerald.

Birkin could see his curiosity roused.

‘In one way. Most bound, in another. For all their shockingness, all on one note.’

He looked at Gerald, and saw how his blue eyes were lit up with a little flame of curious desire. He saw too how good-looking he was. Gerald was attractive, his blood seemed fluid and electric. His blue eyes burned with a keen, yet cold light, there was a certain beauty, a beautiful passivity in all his body, his moulding.

‘We might see something of each other — I am in London for two or three days,’