Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 8 Page 46

‘Would you?’ said Birkin. He was looking at the white legs of Gerald, as the latter sat on the side of the bed in his shirt. They were white-skinned, full, muscular legs, handsome and decided. Yet they moved Birkin with a sort of pathos, tenderness, as if they were childish.

‘I think I’d rather close the account,’ said Gerald, repeating himself vaguely.

‘It doesn’t matter one way or another,’ said Birkin.

‘You always say it doesn’t matter,’ said Gerald, a little puzzled, looking down at the face of the other man affectionately.

‘Neither does it,’ said Birkin.

‘But she was a decent sort, really — ’