But worse than that, he lost those prime treasures of the masculine soul, belief in human goodness, and in female purity.

To him no more could there be in nature a candid eye, a virtuous ready-mantling cheek: for frailty and treachery had put on these signs of virtue and nobility.

Henceforth, let him live a hundred years, whom could he trust or believe in?
Here was a creature whose virtues seemed to make frailty impossible: treachery, doubly impossible: a creature whose very faults--for faults she had--had seemed as opposite to treachery as her very virtues were.
Yet she was all frailty and falsehood.
He passed in that one night of anguish from youth to age.

He went about his business like a leaden thing.

His food turned tasteless.