She knew so little about the male character that this way of receiving a knockdown blow astonished and charmed her.
She thought to herself, no wonder women look up to men.

They _will_ have their own way; they resist, _of course_.

How sensible! We give in, right or wrong.

What a comfort I have got a man to back me, and not a poor sorrowing, despairing, obeying thing like myself! So she was comforted for the minute, and settled in her own mind that she would be good and obedient, and Walter should do all the fighting.

But letters soon cease to satisfy the yearning hearts of lovers unnaturally separated.