" He would squeeze
her thigh hard, considerably above the knee; and she again,
becoming confused and not wishing to offend him, would try almost
imperceptibly to move her leg away gradually.
"Tell me, would it be offensive, now, for your sister, mother, or
for your husband, that you by chance had not dined at home, but
had gone into a restaurant or a cook-shop, and had there satisfied
your hunger? And so with love. No more, no less. A physiological
enjoyment. Perhaps more powerful, more keen, than all others, but
that's all. Thus, for example, now: I want you as a woman. While
you ..."
"Oh, drop it, Mister," Liubka cut him short with vexation. "Well,
what are you harping on one and the same thing for all the time?
Change your act. You've been told: no and no. Don't you think I
see what you're trying to get at? But only I'll never agree to
unfaithfulness, seeing as how Vasilli Vasillievich is my
benefactor, and I adore him with all my soul... And you're even
pretty disgusting to me with your nonsense."
Once he caused Liubka a great and scandalous hurt, and all because
of his theoretical first principles.
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