"Heavens, what am I to do? I've done everything."
"Yes, you have, but she hasn't. She's done nothing. She doesn't know how to. You've got to show her."
He shook his head hopelessly. "You're beyond me. I don't understand. There isn't anything for me to do. How am I to show her?"
"I mean show her what there is in it. What it means. What it's going to be for her as well as you. Just go at it hard, harder than you did before you married her."
"I see, I've got to make love to her all over again."
"Exactly. All over again from the very beginning."
"I say!" He took it in, her idea, in all the width and splendour of its simplicity. "And do it differently?"
"Oh, very differently."
"I don't quite see where the difference is to come in. What did I do before that was so wrong?"
"Nothing. That's just the worst of it. It was all too right. Ever so much too right. Don't you see? It's what we've been talking about. You made her in love with your goodness. And she was in love with it, not because it was your goodness, but because it was her own. That's why she wanted to marry it. She couldn't be in love with it for any other reason, because she's an egoist."