What a fool to think she could aggravate passion by delay.
She is fearfully clumsy.

A moment ago when I was embracing her and really was aroused, it would perhaps have been delicious, but now! And what do I look like?
A young bridegroom waiting--or a green country boy.
Oh God, how stupid! Well," he said, straining his ears and hearing no sound from the other room, "she's in bed.

I must go in.
"I suppose it took her all this time to unharness herself from her corset.

She was a fool to wear one," he concluded, when, drawing the curtain, he stepped into the other room.
Mme.

Chantelouve was buried under the thick coverlet, her mouth half-open and her eyes closed; but he saw that she was peering at him through the fringe of her blonde eyelashes.