I'll sit down and think about it

Suddenly Hewet woke him up. 　　"How d'you know what you feel, Hirst?""Are you in love?" asked Hirst. He put in his eyeglass. 　　"Don't be a fool," said Hewet. 　　"Well, I'll sit down and think about it," said Hirst. "One reallyought to. If these people would only think about things,the world would be a far better place for us all to live in. 　　Are you trying to think?"That was exactly what Hewet had been doing for the last half-hour,but he did not find Hirst sympathetic at the moment. 　　"I shall go for a walk," he said. 　　"Remember we weren't in bed last night," said Hirst with a prodigious yawn. 　　Hewet rose and stretched himself. 　　"I want to go and get a breath of air," he said. 　　An unusual feeling had been bothering him all the evening and forbiddinghim to settle into any one train of thought. It was precisely as if hehad been in the middle of a talk which interested him profoundly whensome one came up and interrupted him. He could not finish the talk,and the longer he sat there the more he wanted to finish it. 　　As the talk that had been interrupted was a talk with Rachel,he had to ask himself why he felt this, and why he wanted to go ontalking to her. Hirst would merely say that he was in love with her. 　　But he was not in love with her. Did love begin in that way,with the wish to go on talking? No. It always began in his case withdefinite physical sensations, and these were now absent, he did noteven find her physically attractive. There was something, of course,unusual about her--she was young, inexperienced, and inquisitive,they had been more open with each other than was usually possible. 　　He always found girls interesting to talk to, and surely thesewere good reasons why he should wish to go on talking to her;and last night, what with the crowd and the confusion, he hadonly been able to begin to talk to her. What was she doing now?