"Not for that ... no fellow-feeling ... with me...."
"Why did you marry me?" she asked, curtly.
"Because I love you."
"Because you love me!" she echoed, curtly. "Because I'm good enough ... for that!"
Her eyes flashed.
"Tilly!" he implored.
It was as though a sudden terror blinded him, as though a spectre of guilt suddenly loomed up out of all the black self-insufficiency of the last few years, his years of married life.
"Because I'm good enough ... to bear you children. Because you want to have children by me, healthy children, children different from your family, your mother's family."
"Tilly!"
"Addie!" she entreated. "Love me! Love me!"