Women in Love

The Brangwen family was going to move from Beldover. It was necessary

now for the father to be in town.

Birkin had taken out a marriage licence, yet Ursula deferred from day

to day. She would not fix any definite time--she still wavered. Her

month's notice to leave the Grammar School was in its third week.

Christmas was not far off.

Gerald waited for the Ursula-Birkin marriage. It was something crucial

to him.

'Shall we make it a double-barrelled affair?' he said to Birkin one

day.

'Who for the second shot?' asked Birkin.

'Gudrun and me,' said Gerald, the venturesome twinkle in his eyes.

Birkin looked at him steadily, as if somewhat taken aback.

'Serious--or joking?' he asked.

'Oh, serious. Shall I? Shall Gudrun and I rush in along with you?' 'Do by all means,' said Birkin. 'I didn't know you'd got that length.' 'What length?' said Gerald, looking at the other man, and laughing.

'Oh yes, we've gone all the lengths.' 'There remains to put it on a broad social basis, and to achieve a high

moral purpose,' said Birkin.

'Something like that: the length and breadth and height of it,' replied

Gerald, smiling.

'Oh well,' said Birkin,' it's a very admirable step to take, I should

say.' Gerald looked at him closely.

'Why aren't you enthusiastic?' he asked. 'I thought you were such dead

nuts on marriage.' Birkin lifted his shoulders.

'One might as well be dead nuts on noses. There are all sorts of noses,

snub and otherwise-' Gerald laughed.

'And all sorts of marriage, also snub and otherwise?' he said.

'That's it.' 'And you think if I marry, it will be snub?' asked Gerald quizzically,

his head a little on one side.

Birkin laughed quickly.

'How do I know what it will be!' he said. 'Don't lambaste me with my

own parallels-' Gerald pondered a while.

'But I should like to know your opinion, exactly,' he said.

'On your marriage?--or marrying? Why should you want my opinion? I've

got no opinions. I'm not interested in legal marriage, one way or

another. It's a mere question of convenience.' Still Gerald watched him closely.

'More than that, I think,' he said seriously. 'However you may be bored

by the ethics of marriage, yet really to marry, in one's own personal

case, is something critical, final-' 'You mean there is something final in going to the registrar with a

woman?' 'If you're coming back with her, I do,' said Gerald. 'It is in some way

irrevocable.' 'Yes, I agree,' said Birkin.