It's what you get to after a lot of fighting and a lot of sensual fulfilment.
And it never does away with the fighting and with the sensual passion.
It flowers on top of them, and it would never flower save on top of them." "What wouldn't ?" "The possessing one's own soul--and the being together with someone else in silence, beyond speech." "And you've got them ?" "I've got a BIT of the real quietness inside me." "So has a dog on a mat." "So I believe, too." "Or a man in a pub." "Which I don't believe." "You prefer the dog ?" "Maybe." There was silence for a few moments.
"And I'm the man in the pub," said Aaron.
"You aren't the dog on the mat, anyhow." "And you're the idol on the mountain top, worshipping yourself." "You talk to me like a woman, Aaron." "How do you talk to ME, do you think ?" "How do I ?" "Are the potatoes done ?" Lilly turned quickly aside, and switched on the electric light.
Everything changed.

Aaron sat still before the fire, irritated.

Lilly went about preparing the supper.
The room was pleasant at night.

Two tall, dark screens hid the two beds.
In front, the piano was littered with music, the desk littered with papers.

Lilly went out on to the landing, and set the chops to grill on the gas stove.