Most bound, in another.

For all their shockingness, all on one note.' He looked at Gerald, and saw how his blue eyes were lit up with a little flame of curious desire.

He saw too how good-looking he was.
Gerald was attractive, his blood seemed fluid and electric.

His blue eyes burned with a keen, yet cold light, there was a certain beauty, a beautiful passivity in all his body, his moulding.
'We might see something of each other--I am in London for two or three days,' said Gerald.
'Yes,' said Birkin, 'I don't want to go to the theatre, or the music hall--you'd better come round to the flat, and see what you can make of Halliday and his crowd.' 'Thanks--I should like to,' laughed Gerald.

'What are you doing tonight ?' 'I promised to meet Halliday at the Pompadour.