All this time Gerald had been completely ignored. And yet he felt that the girl was physically aware of his proximity. He waited, listened, and tried to piece together the conversation.

‘Are you staying at the flat?’ the girl asked, of Birkin.

‘For three days,’ replied Birkin. ‘And you?’

‘I don’t know yet. I can always go to Bertha’s.’ There was a silence.

Suddenly the girl turned to Gerald, and said, in a rather formal, polite voice, with the distant manner of a woman who accepts her position as a social inferior, yet assumes intimate CAMARADERIE with the male she addresses:

‘Do you know London well?’