Married life had no lure for her.

She wanted none of it.

The seed of service had, however, taken root in a nature full of fire and light and power, undisciplined and undeveloped as it was.

She wished to do something--the spirit of toil, the first habit of the life of the poor, the natural medium for the good that may be in them, had possession of her.
This man was to her the symbol of work.

To have cared for his home, to have looked after his daily needs, to have sheltered him humbly from little things, would have been her one true happiness.