She realised that he would never be satisfied till he had it.

Perhaps it was essential to him, as to some men, to sow wild oats; and afterwards, when he was satisfied, he would not rage with restlessness any more, but could settle down and give her his life into her hands.

Well, then, if he must go, let him go and have his fill--something big and intense, he called it.

At any rate, when he had got it, he would not want it--that he said himself; he would want the other thing that she could give him.

He would want to be owned, so that he could work.