As long as I am shut out from your confidence, it matters little whether we live on land or at sea--we cannot live happily." "If you could control your curiosity." he answered, sternly, "we might live happily enough.

I thought I had married a woman who was superior to the vulgar failings of her sex.

A good wife should know better than to pry into affairs of her husband's with which she had no concern." Surely it was hard to bear this?
However, I bore it.
"Is it no concern of mine ?" I asked, gently, "when I find that my husband has not married me under his family name?
Is it no concern of mine when I hear your mother say, in so many words, that she pities your wife?
It is hard, Eustace, to accuse me of curiosity because I cannot accept the unendurable position in which you have placed me.

Your cruel silence is a blight on my happiness and a threat to my future.

Your cruel silence is estranging us from each other at the beginning of our married life.