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.
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