At no time did she refer to Hood's death, but often enough she uttered lamentations over the hardships in which her marriage had resulted, and compared her lot with what it might have been if she had chosen this or that other man.

Emily was pained unspeakably by this revelation of her mother's nature, for she knew that it was idle to explain such tendencies of thought as the effect of disease; it was, in truth, only the emphasising of the faults she had always found it so hard to bear with.

She could not understand the absence of a single note of affection or sorrow in all these utterances, and the fact was indeed strange, bearing in mind Mrs.Hood's outburst of loving grief when her husband was brought home, and the devotedness she had shown throughout Emily's illness.

Were the selfish habits of years too strong for those better instincts which had never found indulgence till stirred by the supreme shock?
Thinking over the problem in infinite sadness, this was the interpretation with which Emily had to satisfy herself, and she saw in it the most dreadful punishment which a life-long fault could have entailed.
Though to her mother so sublimely forbearing, in her heart she knew too well the bitterness of revolt against nature's cruelty; her own causes of suffering became almost insignificant in her view of the tragedy of life.

Was not this calamity upon her surviving parent again a result of her own action?
Was it possible to avoid a comparison between this blasted home and the appearance it might at this moment have presented if she had sacrificed herself?
What crime had she ever been guilty of that such expiation could be demanded of her?
She mocked at her misery for so questioning; as if causes and effects were to be thus discerned in fate's dealings.