There would be no mother, no sisters, to absorb her time and distract her thoughts from her husband, perhaps prejudice her against him.

Domestic life for those two must needs be free from all the petty jars, the overshadowing clouds no bigger than a man's hand, forerunners of tempest, which Mr.Fenton had heard of in many households.
He was never weary of thinking about that life which was to be.
Everything else he thought of was now considered only in relation to that one subject.

He applied himself to business with a new ardour; never before had he been so anxious to grow rich..