limbs; the fire flew over her; as he drew nearer and nearer to
discovery。 She vibrated like a jet of electric; firm fluid in
response。 Yet she did not feel beautiful。 All the time; she felt
she was not beautiful to him; only exciting。 'She let him take her;
and he seemed mad; mad with excited passion。 But she; as she lay
afterwards on the cold; soft sand; looking up at the blotted;
faintly luminous sky; felt that she was as cold now as she
had been before。 Yet he; breathing heavily; seemed almost savagely
satisfied。 He seemed revenged。
A little wind wafted the sea grass and passed over her face。 Where was the
supreme fulfilment she would never enjoy? Why was she so cold; so
unroused; so indifferent?
As they went home; and she saw the many; hateful lights of the bungalow;
of several bungalows in a group; he said softly:
〃Dont lock your door。〃
〃Id rather; here;〃 she said。
〃No; dont。 We belong to each other。 Dont let us deny it。〃
She did not answer。 He took her silence for consent。
He shared his room with another man。
〃I suppose;〃 he said; 〃it wont alarm the house if I go across to happier
regions。〃
〃So long as you dont make a great row going; and dont try the wrong
door;〃 said the other man; turning in to sleep。
Skrebensky went out in his wide…striped sleeping suit。 He crossed the big
dining hall; whose low firelight smelled of cigars and whisky and coffee;
entered the other corridor and found Ursulas room。 She was lying awake;
wide…eyed and suffering。 She was glad he had e; if only for
consolation。 It was consolation to be held in his arms; to feel his body
against hers。 Yet how foreign his arms and body were! Yet still; not so
horribly foreign and hostile as the rest of the house felt to her。
She did not know how she suffered in this house。 She was
healthy and exorbitantly full of interest。 So she played tennis
and learned golf; she rowed out and swam in the deep sea; and
enjoyed it very much indeed; full of zest。 Yet all the time;