Because Gudrun had danced with the well-built, soft youth, his companion, Loerke, was more pettish and exasperated than ever, and would not even notice her existence in the room.This piqued her, but she made up to herself by dancing with the Professor, who was strong as a mature, well-seasoned bull, and as full of coarse energy.She could not bear him, critically, and yet she enjoyed being rushed through the dance, and tossed up into the air, on his coarse, powerful impetus.The Professor enjoyed it too, he eyed her with strange, large blue eyes, full of galvanic fire.She hated him for the seasoned, semi-paternal animalism with which he regarded her, but she admired his weight of strength.
The room was charged with excitement and strong, animal emotion.Loerke was kept away from Gudrun, to whom he wanted to speak, as by a hedge of thorns, and he felt a sardonic ruthless hatred for this young love-companion, Leitner, who was his penniless dependent.He mocked the youth, with an acid ridicule, that made Leitner red in the face and impotent with resentment.
Gerald, who had now got the dance perfectly, was dancing again with the younger of the Professor's daughters, who was almost dying of virgin excitement, because she thought Gerald so handsome, so superb.He had her in his power, as if she were a palpitating bird, a fluttering, flushing, bewildered creature.And it made him smile, as she shrank convulsively between his hands, violently, when he must throw her into the air.At the end, she was so overcome with prostrate love for him, that she could scarcely speak sensibly at all.
Birkin was dancing with Ursula.There were odd little fires playing in his eyes, he seemed to have turned into something wicked and flickering, mocking, suggestive, quite impossible.Ursula was frightened of him, and fascinated.Clear, before her eyes, as in a vision, she could see the sardonic, licentious mockery of his eyes, he moved towards her with subtle, animal, indifferent approach.The strangeness of his hands, which came quick and cunning, inevitably to the vital place beneath her breasts, and, lifting with mocking, suggestive impulse, carried her through the air as if without strength, through blackmagic, made her swoon with fear.For a moment she revolted, it was horrible.She would break the spell.But before the resolution had formed she had submitted again, yielded to her fear.He knew all the time what he was doing, she could see it in his smiling, concentrated eyes.
It was his responsibility, she would leave it to him.
When they were alone in the darkness, she felt the strange, licentiousness of him hovering upon her.She was troubled and repelled.Why should he turn like this?
`What is it?' she asked in dread.
But his face only glistened on her, unknown, horrible.And yet she was fascinated.Her impulse was to repel him violently, break from this spell of mocking brutishness.But she was too fascinated, she wanted to submit, she wanted to know.What would he do to her?
He was so attractive, and so repulsive at one.The sardonic suggestivity that flickered over his face and looked from his narrowed eyes, made her want to hide, to hide herself away from him and watch him from somewhere unseen.
`Why are you like this?' she demanded again, rousing against him with sudden force and animosity.
The flickering fires in his eyes concentrated as he looked into her eyes.Then the lids drooped with a faint motion of satiric contempt.Then they rose again to the same remorseless suggestivity.And she gave way, he might do as he would.His licentiousness was repulsively attractive.
But he was self-responsible, she would see what it was.
They might do as they liked -- this she realised as she went to sleep.
How could anything that gave one satisfaction be excluded? What was degrading?
Who cared? Degrading things were real, with a different reality.And he was so unabashed and unrestrained.Wasn't it rather horrible, a man who could be so soulful and spiritual, now to be so -- she balked at her own thoughts and memories: then she added -- so bestial? So bestial, they two!
-- so degraded! She winced.But after all, why not? She exulted as well.
Why not be bestial, and go the whole round of experience? She exulted in it.She was bestial.How good it was to be really shameful! There would be no shameful thing she had not experienced.Yet she was unabashed, she was herself.Why not? She was free, when she knew everything, and no dark shameful things were denied her.
Gudrun, who had been watching Gerald in the Reunionsaal, suddenly thought:
`He should have all the women he can -- it is his nature.It is absurd to call him monogamous -- he is naturally promiscuous.That is his nature.'
The thought came to her involuntarily.It shocked her somewhat.It was as if she had seen some new Mene! Mene! upon the wall.Yet it was merely true.A voice seemed to have spoken it to her so clearly, that for the moment she believed in inspiration.
`It is really true,' she said to herself again.
She knew quite well she had believed it all along.She knew it implicitly.
But she must keep it dark -- almost from herself.She must keep it completely secret.It was knowledge for her alone, and scarcely even to be admitted to herself.
The deep resolve formed in her, to combat him.One of them must triumph over the other.Which should it be? Her soul steeled itself with strength.
Almost she laughed within herself, at her confidence.It woke a certain keen, half contemptuous pity, tenderness for him: she was so ruthless.
Everybody retired early.The Professor and Loerke went into a small lounge to drink.They both watched Gudrun go along the landing by the railing upstairs.
`Ein schones Frauenzimmer,' said the Professor.
`Ja!' asserted Loerke, shortly.
