But what if he should really think her a slut, a woman without control of her appetites, a woman who could not be relied on, could not deny herself carnal pleasures, a woman no better than an animal that rutted when it pleased? What if that was what Matt thought?
She decided not to tell him, not now, not till she knew him better and he knew her for what she was: not a slut but a woman who would choose her lovers, who would chose to obey but who would free herself by such obedience, not deny her nature. When she was sure that Matt knew this about her she would tell him and accept her punishment. Until then she would keep silent.
The evening she got back she went round to see Matt. She hoped he would read nothing of her adventure in her face, and she forced herself to reveal not a trace of
