Yet even this did not yet trouble me very much .sx The thought that , whatever my reception , I would see Honor again was , in the frenzy of need and desire which had now come upon me , enough .sx I was perhaps moreover a little the dupe of that illusion of lovers that the beloved object must , somehow , respond , that an extremity of love not only merits but compels some return .sx I expected nothing very much , I certainly expected nothing precise , but the future was sufficiently open , sufficiently obscure , to receive the now so fierce onward rush of my purpose .sx I had to see her and that was all .sx What had more occupied my mind , as the train drew near to Cambridge , was wonderment at the nature and genesis of this love .sx When had I begun , unbeknown to myself , to love Honor Klein ?sx Was it when I threw her to the cellar floor ?sx Or when I saw her cut the napkins in two with the Samurai sword ?sx Or at some earlier time , perhaps at that strange moment when I had seen her dusty , booted and spurred , confront the golden potentates who were my oppressors ?sx Or even , most prophetically , when I had glimpsed the curving seam of her stocking in the flaring orange lights at Hyde Park Corner ?sx It was hard to say , and the harder because of the peculiar nature of this love .sx When I thought how peculiar it was it struck me as marvellous that I had nevertheless such a deep certainty that it was love .sx I seemed to have passed from dislike to love without experiencing any intermediate stage .sx There had been no moment when I reassessed her character , noticed new qualities , or passed less harsh judgements on the old ones :sx which seemed to imply that I now loved her for the same things for which I had previously disliked her heartily ; if indeed I had ever disliked her .sx None of this , on the other hand , made me doubt that now I loved her .sx Yet it was in truth a monstrous love such as I had never experienced before , a love out of such depths of self as monsters live in .sx A love devoid of tenderness and humour , a love practically devoid of personality .sx It was strange too how little this passion which involved , so it seemed , a subjection of my whole being had to do in any simple or comprehensible sense with the flesh .sx It had to do with it , as my blood at every moment told me , but so darkly .sx I preserved the illusion of never having touched her .sx I had knocked her down but I had never held her hand ; and at the idea of holding her hand I practically felt faint .sx How very different was this from my old love for Antonia , so warm and radiant with golden human dignity , and from my love for Georgie , so tender and sensuous and gay .sx Yet , too , how flimsy these other attachments seemed by comparison .sx The power that held me now was like nothing I had ever known :sx and the image returned to me of the terrible figure of Love as pictured by Dante .sx El m'ha percosso in terra e stammi sopra .sx It occurred to me later as remarkable and somehow splendid that one thing which I never envisaged in these early moments was that my condition was in any way bogus or unreal .sx Wherever it might lead , it was sufficiently what it seemed and had utterly to do with me :sx I would not , I could not , attempt to disown it or explain it away .sx If it was grotesque it was a grotesqueness which was of my own substance and to which , beyond any area of possible explanation , I laid an absolute claim .sx I had no idea what I would do when I saw Honor .sx It seemed quite likely that I would simply collapse speechless at her feet .sx Nothing of this mattered .sx I was doing what I had to do and my actions were , with a richness , my own .sx I glided , motley and all , into the great checkered picture of King's Parade .sx Beyond the slim street lamps the great crested form of King's chapel rose towards the moon , its pinnacles touched to a pallid blue against the starry distance beyond .sx The moon-shadow of the Senate House lay with a thicker obscurity across the grass until dispelled by the lamplight .sx The majesty , the familiarity , of these buildings seemed to add solemnity to my rite , as when old patriarchs come to grace a marriage .sx I felt by now extremely sick again and practically suffocated with excitement and with something which I supposed must be desire .sx I turned into the street where Honor Klein lived .sx I checked the numbers and could see ahead the house which must be hers .sx There was a single light on upstairs .sx The sight of that light made my heart increase its pace so hideously that I had to slow down and then to stop and hold on to a lamp-post while I tried to breathe evenly and quietly .sx I wondered if I had better wait a while and attempt , not to calm myself which was impossible , but simply to organize my breathing so as to be sure not to swoon .sx I stood for a few minutes and breathed steadily .sx I decided that I must wait no longer in case Honor should take it into her head to go to bed .sx I knew she could hardly be in bed at this hour , and pictured the upstairs room as a study .sx Then I pictured her there sitting at a desk surrounded by books .sx Then I pictured myself beside her .sx I advanced to the door and leaned against the wall .sx There was a single bell .sx I had not until that moment envisaged the possibility that she might have lodgers .sx In any case there was only one bell and I pressed it .sx I heard no sound within and after a moment I pressed the bell again .sx Still no sound .sx I stepped back and looked up at the lit curtained window .sx I returned to the door and pushed it gently , but it was locked .sx I peered through the letter box .sx The hall was in darkness and there was no sound of approaching feet .sx I held the letter box open and pressed the bell again .sx I decided that the bell must be out of order and I wondered what to do next .sx I might either call out , or bang on the door , or throw stones at the window .sx I stood meditating on these various courses for a little while , and they all seemed insuperably difficult .sx I was uncertain whether I could control my voice sufficiently to produce the right sort of cry , and the other methods were too brusque .sx In any case I did not relish a head thrust from a window , a confused encounter at a street doorway .sx What I really wanted was to slink quietly into some room and find myself at once in Honor's presence .sx It then occurred to me that just this was precisely what I might be able to manage .sx I noticed a little gate at the side of the house which doubtless led into the garden .sx I tried it and it was open .sx I passed down a narrow passageway of mossy bricks which divided the houses and found myself in a small garden .sx I stepped back a little .sx Above the black shape of a drooping tree the high moon revealed the back of the house , which was in darkness .sx French windows of a lower room gave on to the garden .sx I tiptoed back across the grass and put my hand against the windows .sx Here I had to pause again to subdue a wave of sheer panic .sx My breathing , even my heart-beat , must I felt already be audible through the house like the panting of an engine .sx I tried the doors , got my finger into a crack and pushed them sharply away from me .sx They gave ; I was not sure whether they were unlatched anyway or whether my violent push had broken some weak fastening .sx I opened them wide with both hands .sx A dark room gaped before me , very faintly illuminated by the remains of an open fire .sx By now I scarcely knew what I was doing .sx My movements took on the quality of a dream .sx Things melted before me .sx I crossed the room and opened a door whose white surface I saw glimmering in the darkness .sx I came out into the hall .sx A little light from the street lamp in front , coming through the open door of one of the front rooms , showed me the stairs .sx I began to mount the stairs , leaning hard on the banisters and stepping softly .sx Once on the upper landing I could see the line of light under the door of Honor's room .sx I hesitated only a moment .sx I advanced to the door and knocked .sx After so much breathless silence the sound of the knock seemed thunderous .sx I let it die away and then as there was no reply to it I opened the door .sx For a moment the light dazzled me .sx I saw opposite to me a large double divan bed .sx The room was brightly lit .sx Sitting up in this bed and staring straight at me was Honor .sx She was sitting sideways with the sheet over her legs .sx Upwards she was as tawny and as naked as a ship's figurehead .sx I took in her pointed breasts , her black shaggy head of hair , her face stiff and expressionless as carved wood .sx She was not alone .sx Beside the bed a naked man was hastily engaged in pulling on a dressing-gown .sx It was immediately and indubitably apparent that I had interrupted a scene of lovers .sx The man was Palmer .sx I closed the door and walked back down the stairs .sx Twenty .sx I TURNED a light on in the hall , finding the switch instinctively , and went back into the room through which I had come .sx I turned the switch here and various lamps came on .sx I vaguely took in a white book-lined room with chintz armchairs .sx I went over and closed the french windows which were hanging ajar .sx It appeared that I had broken the fastening after all .sx I pulled the curtains which were also chintz .sx I turned back towards the fireplace .sx On a low table before it stood a tray with two glasses , a decanter of whisky , and a jug of water .sx I poured out some whisky , spilling a good deal of it on the table .sx I drank it .sx I poured out some more , poked up the fire a bit , and waited .sx Ever since the moment near Waterloo Bridge when I had come to consciousness of my condition , I had felt like a man running towards a curtain .sx Now that I had so suddenly and with such exceedingly unexpected results passed through it I felt dazed and in great pain but also curiously steady .sx I had entered the house like a thief .sx I stood in it now like a conquering general .sx They would come , they would have to come , to attend upon me .sx I felt this steadiness , this setting as it were of my feet sturdily apart ; yet with it I was in a confusion amounting to agony .sx I had so rapaciously desired and so obtusely expected to find Honor alone .sx The simple fact of her not being alone was a wrench almost separately felt , even apart from the nightmarish significance of who her companion was .sx From this there shivered through me a violence of amazement not distinguishable from horror ; and I felt as a physical pain the shock of what I had done to them .sx How " vely had I imagined that Honor must be free ; I had even , it now occurred to me , imagined that she must be a virgin :sx that I would be the first person to discover her , that I would be her conqueror and her awakener .sx Caught in the coils of such stupidity I could not yet even begin to touch with my imagination the notion that she should have had her brother as a lover .sx