‘Why aren’t I enough?’ she said. ‘You are enough for me. I don’t want anybody else but you. Why isn’t it the same with you?’

‘Having you, I can live all my life without anybody else, any other sheer intimacy. But to make it complete, really happy, I wanted eternal union with a man too: another kind of love,’ he said.

‘I don’t believe it,’ she said. ‘It’s an obstinacy, a theory, a perversity.’

‘Well — ’ he said.

‘You can’t have two kinds of love. Why should you!’

It seems as if I can’t,’ he said. ‘Yet I wanted it.’

‘You can’t have it, because it’s false, impossible,’ she said.

‘I don’t believe that,’ he answered.