"He simply chooses to have his own way, and his way cannot be my way. He is hard, and dry, and just, and dispassionate, and he wishes me to be the same. That is all."
"I tell you fairly, Laura, as far as I am concerned, I never could speak to him. He is antipathetic to me. But then I am not his wife."
"I am;—and I suppose I must bear it."
"Have you spoken to my father?"
"No."
"Or to Violet?"
"Yes."
"And what does she say?"
"What can she say? She has nothing to say. Nor have you. Nor, if I am driven to leave him, can I make the world understand why I do so. To be simply miserable, as I am, is nothing to the world."
"I could never understand why you married him."