The two men had a deep, uneasy feeling for each other.

Gerald's eyes were quick and restless, his whole manner tense and impatient, he seemed strung up to some activity.

According to conventionality, he wore black clothes, he looked formal, handsome and COMME IL FAUT.

His hair was fair almost to whiteness, sharp like splinters of light, his face was keen and ruddy, his body seemed full of northern energy.

Gerald really loved Birkin, though he never quite believed in him.