He saw once more how harmless, how natural, were Monica's demands, and how peacefully he might live with her but for the curse of suspicion from which he could not free himself.

Any other man would deem her a model wifely virtue.

Her care of the house was all that reason could desire.

In her behaviour he had never detected the slightest impropriety.

He believed her chaste as any woman living She asked only to be trusted, and that, in spite of all, was beyond his power.
In no woman on earth could he have put perfect confidence.