almost hysterically: and whether he was more anxious out of vanity for her
to say Yes! or whether he was more panic-stricken for fear she should say
Yes!---who can tell?
`I should have to think about it,' she said. `I couldn't say now. It
may seem to you Clifford doesn't count, but he does. When you think how
disabled he is...'
`Oh damn it all! If a fellow's going to trade on his disabilities, I
might begin to say how lonely I am, and always have been, and all the rest
of the my-eye-Betty-Martin sob-stuff! Damn it all, if a fellow's got nothing
but disabilities to recommend him...'
He turned aside, working his hands furiously in his trousers pockets.
That evening he said to her:
`You're coming round to my room tonight, aren't you? I don't darn know
where your room is.'
`All right!' she said.
He was a more excited lover that night, with his strange, small boy's
frail nakedness. Connie found it impossible to come to her crisis before he
had really finished his. And he roused a certain craving passion in her,
with his little boy's nakedness and softness; she had to go on after he had
finished, in the wild tumult and heaving of her loins, while he heroically
kept himself up, and present in her, with all his will and self-offering,
till she brought about her own crisis, with weird little cries.
When at last he drew away from her, he said, in a bitter, almost
sneering little voice:
`You couldn't go off at the same time as a man, could you? You'd have
to bring yourself off! You'd have to run the show!'
This little speech, at the moment, was one of the shocks of her life.
Because that passive sort of giving himself was so obviously his only real
mode of intercourse.
`What do you mean?' she said.
`You know what I mean. You keep on for hours after I've gone off...and
I have to hang on with my teeth till you bring yourself off by your own
exertions.'
She was stunned by this unexpected piece of brutality, at the moment
when she was glowing with a sort of pleasure beyond words, and a sort of
love for him. Because, after all, like so many modern men, he was finished
almost before he had begun. And that forced the woman to be active.
`But you want me to go on, to get my own satisfaction?' she said.
He laughed grimly: `I want it!' he said. `That's good! I want to hang
on with my teeth clenched, while you go for me!'
`But don't you?' she insisted.
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