Chapter 17: XVII

XVII “You see, Hilda,” said Connie after lunch, when they were nearing London, “you have never known either real tenderness or real sensuality: and if you do know them, with the same person, it makes a great difference.” “For mercy’s sake don’t brag about your experiences!” said Hilda. “I’ve never met the man yet who was capable of intimacy with a woman, giving himself up to her. That was what I wanted. I’m not keen on their self-satisfied tenderness, and their sensuality. I’m not content …