This is not so much a love story as sex warfare. She denies this, insisting that love never lasts, or, if it does, leads to babies, mortgages and domesticity.
Sex is different - immediate, intense, orgasmic.
No lies, no ties. Stressed and confused, she feels a nervous breakdown coming on. She trips in the street and a bald man in a shabby overcoat helps her to her feet. She is overwhelmed by his kindness. When they meet again at a drinks party, he turns out to be an intellectual, a Socialist and married with children.