She had married not knowing what love and passion were; uncomprehending, and innocent because uncomprehending; with a fine affection, but capable of loving wholly.

One thing had purified her motives and her life--the desire to share with Eglington his public duty and private hopes, to be his confidante, his friend, his coadjutor, proud of him, eager for him, determined to help him.

But he had blocked the path to all inner companionship.

He did no more than let her share the obvious and outer responsibilities of his life.

From the vital things, if there were vital things, she was shut out.