〃I went to Nottingham;〃 he said mildly。
〃To your mother?〃 she asked; in a flash of contempt。
〃No……I didnt go home。〃
〃Who did you go to see?〃
〃I went to see nobody。〃
〃Then why did you go to Nottingham?〃
〃I went because I wanted to go。〃
He was getting angry that she again rebuffed him when he was
so clear and shining。
〃And who did you see?〃
〃I saw nobody。〃
〃Nobody?〃
〃No……who should I see?〃
〃You saw nobody you knew?〃
〃No; I didnt;〃 he replied irritably。
She believed him; and her mood became cold。
〃I bought a book;〃 he said; handing her the propitiatory
volume。
She idly looked at the pictures。 Beautiful; the pure women;
with their clear…dropping gowns。 Her heart became colder。 What
did they mean to him?
He sat and waited for her。 She bent over the book。
〃Arent they nice?〃 he said; his voice roused and glad。 Her
blood flushed; but she did not lift her head。
〃Yes;〃 she said。 In spite of herself; she was pelled by
him。 He was strange; attractive; exerting some power over
her。
He came over to her; and touched her delicately。 Her heart
beat with wild passion; wild raging passion。 But she resisted as
yet。 It was always the unknown; always the unknown; and she
clung fiercely to her known self。 But the rising flood carried
her away。
They loved each other to transport again; passionately and
fully。
〃Isnt it more wonderful than ever?〃 she asked him; radiant