It is true that twenty minutes after that, she was sneering at Clif Clawson, at fishing, and at all school-teachers, but to his fury she yielded in tears.
Wasn’t there a technique of manners as there was of experimentation…… Gottlieb’s fluent benchtechnique versus the clumsy and podgy hands of Ira Hinkley…… Or was all this inquiry a treachery, a yielding to Duer’s own affected standard?
She yielded and for a moment there was nothing in the universe, neither he nor she, neither laboratory nor fathers nor wives nor traditions, but only the intensity of their being together.
Often he meditated on yielding to Joyce so far as to allow her to build a better laboratory for them, and more civilized quarters.
He went to the Ice House; he had a drink with a frightened clerk from Derbyshire; he regained the picture of Gottlieb’s sunken, demanding eyes; and he swore that he would not yield to a compassion which in the end would make all compassion futile.
Martin closed his flat—their flat—with a cold swift fury, lest he yield to his misery in finding among Leora’s possessions a thousand fragments which brought her back: the frock she had bought for Capitola McGurk’s dinner, a petrified chocolate she had hidden away to munch illegally by night, a memorandum, "Get almonds for Sandy."
He had yielded to Joyce’s training in being quietly instead of noisily disagreeable; and his only comment was "No, I think you’re wrong, Clif.