She looked at him.He seemed still so separate.New eyes were opened in her soul.She saw a strange creature from another world, in him.It was as if she were enchanted, and everything were metamorphosed.She recalled again the old magic of the Book of Genesis, where the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were fair.And he was one of these, one of these strange creatures from the beyond, looking down at her, and seeing she was fair.
He stood on the hearth-rug looking at her, at her face that was upturned exactly like a flower, a fresh, luminous flower, glinting faintly golden with the dew of the first light.And he was smiling faintly as if there were no speech in the world, save the silent delight of flowers in each other.Smilingly they delighted in each other's presence, pure presence, not to be thought of, even known.But his eyes had a faintly ironical contraction.
And she was drawn to him strangely, as in a spell.Kneeling on the hearth-rug before him, she put her arms round his loins, and put her face against his thigh.Riches! Riches! She was overwhelmed with a sense of a heavenful of riches.
`We love each other,' she said in delight.
`More than that,' he answered, looking down at her with his glimmering, easy face.
Unconsciously, with her sensitive fingertips, she was tracing the back of his thighs, following some mysterious life-flow there.She had discovered something, something more than wonderful, more wonderful than life itself.
It was the strange mystery of his life-motion, there, at the back of the thighs, down the flanks.It was a strange reality of his being, the very stuff of being, there in the straight downflow of the thighs.It was here she discovered him one of the sons of God such as were in the beginning of the world, not a man, something other, something more.
This was release at last.She had had lovers, she had known passion.
But this was neither love nor passion.It was the daughters of men coming back to the sons of God, the strange inhuman sons of God who are in the beginning.
Her face was now one dazzle of released, golden light, as she looked up at him, and laid her hands full on his thighs, behind, as he stood before her.He looked down at her with a rich bright brow like a diadem above his eyes.She was beautiful as a new marvellous flower opened at his knees, a paradisal flower she was, beyond womanhood, such a flower of luminousness.
Yet something was tight and unfree in him.He did not like this crouching, this radiance -- not altogether.
It was all achieved, for her.She had found one of the sons of God from the Beginning, and he had found one of the first most luminous daughters of men.
She traced with her hands the line of his loins and thighs, at the back, and a living fire ran through her, from him, darkly.It was a dark flood of electric passion she released from him, drew into herself.She had established a rich new circuit, a new current of passional electric energy, between the two of them, released from the darkest poles of the body and established in perfect circuit.It was a dark fire of electricity that rushed from him to her, and flooded them both with rich peace, satisfaction.
`My love,' she cried, lifting her face to him, her eyes, her mouth open in transport.
`My love,' he answered, bending and kissing her, always kissing her.
She closed her hands over the full, rounded body of his loins, as he stooped over her, she seemed to touch the quick of the mystery of darkness that was bodily him.She seemed to faint beneath, and he seemed to faint, stooping over her.It was a perfect passing away for both of them, and at the same time the most intolerable accession into being, the marvellous fullness of immediate gratification, overwhelming, out-flooding from the source of the deepest life-force, the darkest, deepest, strangest life-source of the human body, at the back and base of the loins.
After a lapse of stillness, after the rivers of strange dark fluid richness had passed over her, flooding, carrying away her mind and flooding down her spine and down her knees, past her feet, a strange flood, sweeping away everything and leaving her an essential new being, she was left quite free, she was free in complete ease, her complete self.So she rose, stilly and blithe, smiling at him.He stood before her, glimmering, so awfully real, that her heart almost stopped beating.He stood there in his strange, whole body, that had its marvellous fountains, like the bodies of the sons of God who were in the beginning.There were strange fountains of his body, more mysterious and potent than any she had imagined or known, more satisfying, ah, finally, mystically-physically satisfying.She had thought there was no source deeper than the phallic source.And now, behold, from the smitten rock of the man's body, from the strange marvellous flanks and thighs, deeper, further in mystery than the phallic source, came the floods of ineffable darkness and ineffable riches.
They were glad, and they could forget perfectly.They laughed, and went to the meal provided.There was a venison pasty, of all things, a large broad-faced cut ham, eggs and cresses and red beet-root, and medlars and apple-tart, and tea.
`What good things!' she cried with pleasure.`How noble it looks!
-- shall I pour out the tea? --'
She was usually nervous and uncertain at performing these public duties, such as giving tea.But today she forgot, she was at her ease, entirely forgetting to have misgivings.The tea-pot poured beautifully from a proud slender spout.Her eyes were warm with smiles as she gave him his tea.
She had learned at last to be still and perfect.
`Everything is ours,' she said to him.
`Everything,' he answered.
She gave a queer little crowing sound of triumph.
`I'm so glad!' she cried, with unspeakable relief.
`So am I,' he said.`But I'm thinking we'd better get out of our responsibilities as quick as we can.'
`What responsibilities?' she asked, wondering.
`We must drop our jobs, like a shot.'