And then, what good was this going to do him?
Now that she was yielding he no longer desired her! Disillusion had come even before possession, not waiting, as usual, till afterward.

He was distressed to the point of tears.
The frightened cat glided under the curtain, ran from one room to the other, and finally came back to his master and jumped onto his knees.
Caressing him, Durtal said to himself, "Decidedly, she was right when she refused.

It will be grotesque, atrocious.

I was wrong to insist, but no, it's her fault, too.

She must have wanted to do this or she wouldn't have come.