She felt weak, miserable, and good for nothing.

It seemed to her that her whole life had been a wretched cheat, and that she had ill repaid the devotion of her husband.

At first these thoughts only made her bitter and angry; and she contended against them.

But, as she sank from day to day, and grew weaker and weaker, she grew more gentle; and a better spirit seemed to enter into her.
On this evening that we speak of, she had made up her mind that she would try and tell her husband some of the things that were passing in her mind.
"Tell John I want to see him," she said to her mother.

"I wish he would come and sit with me." This was a summons for which John invariably left every thing.