“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.”