Sidney says the same, too.

He told me that he had never had so much difficulty to work properly as since we were married.

And when his work doesn't succeed I know he blames me for it.

Oh, Connie! _is_ it my fault?
I think we had better get divorced--and I--I--c-c-can go into a convent, and never do anybody any more harm.' Clarice glanced as she spoke down the neatest of morning frocks, and the mental picture which she straightway had of herself in a white-washed cell with iron bars, clad in shapeless black, her chin swathed, her face under eaves of starched linen, induced an access of weeping.
For all her sympathy Mrs.Willoughby was forced to bite her lips.
Clarice, however, was not in the mood to observe the effect which her words produced on others.

She continued: 'It's much the best thing to do, because whatever I did it would always be the same.