"No matter," reflected she.

"He might have suspected me if I'd done anything so revolutionary as appear at breakfast.

I'll make my beginning at lunch." She was now striving, with some success, to think of him as a tyrant whom she, luckless martyr, must cajole.

"I'm going the way of all the married women," thought she.

"They soon find there's no honorable way to get their rights from their masters, find they simply have to degrade themselves." Yes, he was forcing her to degrade herself, to simulate affection when the reverse was in her heart.