There was no connection between the two men.
'No,' said Birkin. 'It was full moon two days ago.'
'Oh! You believe in the moon then, affecting the weather?'
'No, I don't think I do. I don't really know enough about it.'
'You know what they say? The moon and the weather may change together,
but the change of the moon won't change the weather.'
'Is that it?' said Birkin. 'I hadn't heard it.'
There was a pause. Then Birkin said:
'Am I hindering you? I called to see Ursula, really. Is she at home?'
'I don't believe she is. I believe she's gone to the library. I'll just
see.'
Birkin could hear him enquiring in the dining-room.
'No,' he said, coming back. 'But she won't be long. You wanted to speak
to her?'
Birkin looked across at the other man with curious calm, clear eyes.
'As a matter of fact,' he said, 'I wanted to ask her to marry me.'
A point of light came on the golden-brown eyes of the elder man.
'O-oh?' he said, looking at Birkin, then dropping his eyes before the
calm, steadily watching look of the other: 'Was she expecting you
then?'
'No,' said Birkin.
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