"It's the culmination of everything.

All our intimacy culminates then." "Not for me," she said.
He was silent.

A flash of hate for her came up.

After all, she was dissatisfied with him, even there, where he thought they fulfilled each other.

But he believed her too implicitly.
"I feel," she continued slowly, "as if I hadn't got you, as if all of you weren't there, and as if it weren't ME you were taking--" "Who, then ?" "Something just for yourself.