To the ideal wife a man speaks out all that is in him; she had infinitely rather share his full conviction than be treated as one from whom facts must be disguised.

She says: 'Let us face the worst and talk of it together, you and I.' No, Amy was not the ideal wife from that point of view.

But the moment after this half-reproach had traversed his consciousness he condemned himself; and looked with the joy of love into her clear eyes.
'Yes, there's hope once more, my dearest.

No more gloomy talk to-night! I have read you something, now you shall read something to me; it is a long time since I delighted myself with listening to you.

What shall it be ?' 'I feel rather too tired to-night.' 'Do you ?' 'I have had to look after Willie so much.