Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 8 Page 52

Birkin replied.

‘Who — the Pussum?’ asked Gerald.

‘Perhaps,’ said Birkin. And he rose and went to the window.

‘That is your panacea,’ said Gerald. ‘But you haven’t even tried it on yourself yet, and you are sick enough.’

‘I am,’ said Birkin. ‘Still, I shall come right.’

‘Through marriage?’

‘Yes,’ Birkin answered obstinately.

‘And no,’ added Gerald. ‘No, no, no, my boy.’

There was a silence between them, and a strange tension of hostility.