She was part of the order of the things with which he found himself surrounded.

He saw nothing extraordinary about her; it was no longer a pleasure for him to kiss her and take her in his arms; she was merely his wife.

He did not dislike her; he did not love her.

She was his wife, that was all.

But he sadly missed and regretted all those little animal comforts which in the old prosperous life Trina had managed to find for him.