She wanted him to be soothed upon her--soothed.

She stood clasping him and caressing him, and he was something unknown to her--something almost uncanny.

She wanted to soothe him into forgetfulness.
And soon the struggle went down in his soul, and he forgot.

But then Clara was not there for him, only a woman, warm, something he loved and almost worshipped, there in the dark.

But it was not Clara, and she submitted to him.