And the lover, who is also beloved, becomes a husband, an earner of money, in competition with other workers, subject to irritation, weariness, discouragements, human failings.
The human qualities, the frailties and shortcomings, do not inspire the soul to high ideals. And each looks across the impassable gulf of the breakfast-table and wonders why they “introduced into their lives a spy.”
“Where is the ideal I was to dwell with?”
“Where is the ideal that was to abide with me?”
Their souls are wrenched in anguish.
