That she had really ceased to love him he could not, durst not, believe; but his nature demanded frequent assurance of affection.

Amy had abandoned too soon the caresses of their ardent time; she was absorbed in her maternity, and thought it enough to be her husband's friend.

Ashamed to make appeal directly for the tenderness she no longer offered, he accused her of utter indifference, of abandoning him and all but betraying him, that in self-defence she might show what really was in her heart.
But Amy made no movement towards him.
'How can you say that I have deserted you ?' she returned, with cold indignation.

'When did I refuse to share your poverty?
When did I grumble at what we have had to go through ?' 'Ever since the troubles really began you have let me know what your thoughts were, even if you didn't speak them.

You have never shared my lot willingly.