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Both
sisters
had
had
their
love
experience
by
the
time
the
war
came
,
and
they
were
hurried
home
.
Neither
was
ever
in
love
with
a
young
man
unless
he
and
she
were
verbally
very
near
:
that
is
unless
they
were
profoundly
interested
,
talking
to
one
another
.
The
amazing
,
the
profound
,
the
unbelievable
thrill
there
was
in
passionately
talking
to
some
really
clever
young
man
by
the
hour
,
resuming
day
after
day
for
months
.
.
.
this
they
had
never
realized
till
it
happened
!
The
paradisal
promise
:
Thou
shalt
have
men
to
talk
to
!
-
-
had
never
been
uttered
.
It
was
fulfilled
before
they
knew
what
a
promise
it
was
.
And
if
after
the
roused
intimacy
of
these
vivid
and
soul
-
enlightened
discussions
the
sex
thing
became
more
or
less
inevitable
,
then
let
it
.
It
marked
the
end
of
a
chapter
.
It
had
a
thrill
of
its
own
too
:
a
queer
vibrating
thrill
inside
the
body
,
a
final
spasm
of
self
-
assertion
,
like
the
last
word
,
exciting
,
and
very
like
the
row
of
asterisks
that
can
be
put
to
show
the
end
of
a
paragraph
,
and
a
break
in
the
theme
.
When
the
girls
came
home
for
the
summer
holidays
of
1913
,
when
Hilda
was
twenty
and
Connie
eighteen
,
their
father
could
see
plainly
that
they
had
had
the
love
experience
.
L
’
amour
avait
passe
par
la
,
as
somebody
puts
it
.
But
he
was
a
man
of
experience
himself
,
and
let
life
take
its
course
.
As
for
the
mother
,
a
nervous
invalid
in
the
last
few
months
of
her
life
,
she
wanted
her
girls
to
be
’
free
’
,
and
to
’
fulfil
themselves
’
.
She
herself
had
never
been
able
to
be
altogether
herself
:
it
had
been
denied
her
.
Heaven
knows
why
,
for
she
was
a
woman
who
had
her
own
income
and
her
own
way
.
She
blamed
her
husband
.
But
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
it
was
some
old
impression
of
authority
on
her
own
mind
or
soul
that
she
could
not
get
rid
of
.
It
had
nothing
to
do
with
Sir
Malcolm
,
who
left
his
nervously
hostile
,
high
-
spirited
wife
to
rule
her
own
roost
,
while
he
went
his
own
way
.
So
the
girls
were
’
free
’
,
and
went
back
to
Dresden
,
and
their
music
,
and
the
university
and
the
young
men
.
They
loved
their
respective
young
men
,
and
their
respective
young
men
loved
them
with
all
the
passion
of
mental
attraction
.
All
the
wonderful
things
the
young
men
thought
and
expressed
and
wrote
,
they
thought
and
expressed
and
wrote
for
the
young
women
.
Connie
’
s
young
man
was
musical
,
Hilda
’
s
was
technical
.
But
they
simply
lived
for
their
young
women
.
In
their
minds
and
their
mental
excitements
,
that
is
.
Somewhere
else
they
were
a
little
rebuffed
,
though
they
did
not
know
it
.
It
was
obvious
in
them
too
that
love
had
gone
through
them
:
that
is
,
the
physical
experience
.
It
is
curious
what
a
subtle
but
unmistakable
transmutation
it
makes
,
both
in
the
body
of
men
and
women
:
the
woman
more
blooming
,
more
subtly
rounded
,
her
young
angularities
softened
,
and
her
expression
either
anxious
or
triumphant
:
the
man
much
quieter
,
more
inward
,
the
very
shapes
of
his
shoulders
and
his
buttocks
less
assertive
,
more
hesitant
.
In
the
actual
sex
-
thrill
within
the
body
,
the
sisters
nearly
succumbed
to
the
strange
male
power
.
But
quickly
they
recovered
themselves
,
took
the
sex
-
thrill
as
a
sensation
,
and
remained
free
.
Whereas
the
men
,
in
gratitude
to
the
woman
for
the
sex
experience
,
let
their
souls
go
out
to
her
.
And
afterwards
looked
rather
as
if
they
had
lost
a
shilling
and
found
sixpence
.
Connie
’
s
man
could
be
a
bit
sulky
,
and
Hilda
’
s
a
bit
jeering
.
But
that
is
how
men
are
!
Ungrateful
and
never
satisfied
.
When
you
don
’
t
have
them
they
hate
you
because
you
won
’
t
;
and
when
you
do
have
them
they
hate
you
again
,
for
some
other
reason
.
Or
for
no
reason
at
all
,
except
that
they
are
discontented
children
,
and
can
’
t
be
satisfied
whatever
they
get
,
let
a
woman
do
what
she
may
.
However
,
came
the
war
,
Hilda
and
Connie
were
rushed
home
again
after
having
been
home
already
in
May
,
to
their
mother
’
s
funeral
.
Before
Christmas
of
1914
both
their
German
young
men
were
dead
:
whereupon
the
sisters
wept
,
and
loved
the
young
men
passionately
,
but
underneath
forgot
them
.
They
didn
’
t
exist
any
more
.
