But swiftly they became troubled, doubtful, then full of a warm, rich affectionateness and laughter.
'It troubles me very much, Gerald,' he said, wrinkling his brows.
'I can see it does,' said Gerald, uncovering his mouth in a manly, quick, soldierly laugh.
Gerald was held unconsciously by the other man.

He wanted to be near him, he wanted to be within his sphere of influence.

There was something very congenial to him in Birkin.

But yet, beyond this, he did not take much notice.

He felt that he, himself, Gerald, had harder and more durable truths than any the other man knew.