He thought, he honestly believed, that women like it.

Not the women of Herland! Not Alima! I can see her now--one day in the very first week of their marriage, setting forth to her day's work with long determined strides and hard-set mouth, and sticking close to Ellador.

She didn't wish to be alone with Terry--you could see that.
But the more she kept away from him, the more he wanted her--naturally.
He made a tremendous row about their separate establishments, tried to keep her in his rooms, tried to stay in hers.

But there she drew the line sharply.
He came away one night, and stamped up and down the moonlit road, swearing under his breath.

I was taking a walk that night too, but I wasn't in his state of mind.