a deep,
heavy sleep.

Gerald walked quickly through the raw darkness of the coming dawn. He
met nobody. His mind was beautifully still and thoughtless, like a
still pool, and his body full and warm and rich. He went quickly along
towards Shortlands, in a grateful self-sufficiency.

CHAPTER XXV.

MARRIAGE OR NOT

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 t