Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

She could not cope with it, with him, she knew not with what. But it
strained her till she felt she would break.
"Do you want it?" she asked, very gravely.
"Not much," he replied, with pain.
She turned her face aside; then, raising herself with dignity,
she took his head to her bosom, and rocked him softly. She was
not to have him, then! So she could comfort him. She put her
fingers through his hair. For her, the anguished sweetness of
self-sacrifice. For him, the hate and misery of another failure.
He could not bear it--that breast which was warm and which cradled
him without taking the burden of him. So much he wanted to rest
on her that the feint of rest only tortured him. He drew away.
"And without marriage we can do nothing?" he asked.
His mouth was lifted from his teeth with pain. She put her
little finger between her lips.
"No," she said, low and like the toll of a bell. "No, I think not."
It was the end then between them. She could not take him
and relieve him of the responsibility of himself. She could only
sacrifice herself to him--sacrifice herself every day, gladly.
And that he did not want. He wanted her to hold him and say,
with joy and authority: "Stop all this restlessness and beating
against death. You are mine for a mate." She had not the strength.
Or was it a mate she wanted? or did she want a Christ in him?
He felt, in leaving her, he was defrauding her of life.
But he knew that, in staying, stilling the inner, desperate man,
he was denying his own life. And he did not hope to give life to her
by denying his own.
She sat very quiet. He lit a cigarette. The smoke
went up from it, wavering. He was thinking of his mother,
and had forgotten Miriam. She suddenly looked at him.
Her bitterness came surging up. Her sacrifice, then, was useless.
He lay there aloof, careless about her. Suddenly she saw
again his lack of religion, his restless instability. He would
destroy himself like a perverse child. Well, then, he would!
"I think I must go," she said softly.
By her tone he knew she was despising him. He rose quietly.