"Bonté!" she cried, releasing herself from his encircling arm and retreating from the window, "the house'll go next! If I only knew w'ere Bibi was!" She would not compose herself; she would not be seated. Alcée clasped her shoulders and looked into her face. The contact of her warm palpitating body when he had unthinkingly drawn her into his arms, had aroused all the old-time infatuation and desire for her flesh." This is the breaking point of their affair. It is more than just meaningless sex at this point, yet it is just natures course. These lines show that this was a natural thing. Comparing their yearn for each other to the storm that was brewing.