on their old; beloved love; their old; accustomed intimacy and
her old; established supremacy。 She almost rose up to fight for
them。 And looking at him; and remembering his father; she was
wary。 This was the new turn of affairs!
Very good; if she could not influence him in the old way; she
would be level with him in the new。 Her old defiant hostility
came up。 Very good; she too was out on her own adventure。 Her
voice; her manner changed; she was ready for the game。 Something
was liberated in her。 She liked him。 She liked this strange man
e home to her。 He was very wele; indeed! She was very glad
to wele a stranger。 She had been bored by the old husband。 To
his latent; cruel smile she replied with brilliant challenge。 He
expected her to keep the moral fortress。 Not she! It was much
too dull a part。 She challenged him back with a sort of
radiance; very bright and free; opposite to him。 He looked at
her; and his eyes glinted。 She too was out in the field。
His senses pricked up and keenly attended to her。 She
laughed; perfectly indifferent and loose as he was。 He came
towards her。 She neither rejected him nor responded to him。 In a
kind of radiance; superb in her inscrutability; she laughed
before him。 She too could throw everything overboard; love;
intimacy; responsibility。 What were her four children to her
now? What did it matter that this man was the father of her four
children?
He was the sensual male seeking his pleasure; she was the
female ready to take hers: but in her own way。 A man could turn
into a free lance: so then could a woman。 She adhered as little
as he to the moral world。 All that had gone before was nothing
to her。 She was another woman; under the instance of a strange
man。 He was a stranger to her; seeking his own ends。 Very good。
She wanted to see what this stranger would do now; what he
was。
She laughed; and kept him at arms length; whilst apparently
ignoring him。 She watched him undress as if he were a stranger。
Indeed he was a stranger to her。