"Probably."
"You couldn't. Before you'd been married to Gertrude six months you'd have gone, howling, to the devil. Whereas with me you've got your devil at home."
His smile admitted that there was truth in what she said. She had appealed to the adventurous and lawless spirit in him, the spirit that marked his difference from his family.
She went on with her air of reasonableness and wisdom. "I am really, though you mayn't know it, the thing you need."
He saw his advantage in her mood.
"And you, Jinny? Don't you know that you're happiest like this?"
"Yes. I know it."
"And that when you're working like ten horses you're in misery half the time?"
"In torture." She agreed.
"And don't you know that it makes little lines come, little lines of agony on your forehead, Jinny, and purple patches under your dear eyes; and your mouth hardens."