She would take a long walk into the country, and face the thing squarely with the help of the cheerful sun and the free west wind that was blowing from the sea.
She took the train up north and struck across the hills.

Her spirits rose as she walked.
It was only the intellectual part of him she wanted--the spirit, not the man.

She would be taking nothing away from the woman, nothing that had ever belonged to her.

All the rest of him: his home life, the benefits that would come to her from his improved means, from his social position: all that the woman had ever known or cared for in him would still be hers.

He would still remain to her the kind husband and father.