‘He does nothing. But he doesn’t like me.’

‘He’s very hard to please!’ cried Miss Stackpole. ‘Why don’t you leave him?’

‘I can’t change that way,’ Isabel said.

‘Why not, I should like to know? You won’t confess that you’ve made a mistake. You’re too proud.’

‘I don’t know whether I’m too proud. But I can’t publish my mistake. I don’t think that’s decent. I'd much rather die.’

“You won’t think so always,’ said Henrietta.

‘I don’t know what great unhappiness might bring me to; but it seems to me I shall always be ashamed. One must accept one’s deeds. I married him before all the world; I was perfectly free; it was impossible to do anything more deliberate. One can’t change that way,’ Isabel repeated.