You talk like a Craig rather than like a Severance.

If he can taint you this soon how long will it be before you are at his level?
How can you hope to bring him up to yours ?" Margaret's head was hanging.
"Never again let me hear you speak disrespectfully of your husband, my child," the old lady went on impressively.

"And if you are wise you will no more permit yourself to harbor a disrespectful thought of him than you would permit yourself to wear unclean underclothes." Margaret dropped down at her grandmother's knee, buried her face in her lap.

"I don't believe I can ever love him," she murmured.
"So long as you believe that, you never can," said Madam Bowker; "and your married life will be a failure--as great a failure as mine was--as your mother's was.

If I had only known what I know now--what I am telling you--" Madam Bowker paused, and there was a long silence in the room.