This was not the first of these scenes--they had grown frequent of late, and this bitter water was constantly dropping.
"Right ?" he said, "and may I ask what right you had to marry me when you don't even pretend you ever cared one straw for me, but just accepted me as you would have accepted any other man who was a tolerably good match?
I grant that I first thought of proposing to you because my uncle wished it, but if I did not love you I meant to be a good husband to you, and I should have loved you if you would let me.

But you are cold and selfish; you looked upon a husband merely as a stepping-stone to luxury; you have never loved anybody except yourself.

If I had died last night I believe that you would have cared more about having to go into mourning than for the fact of my disappearance from your life.

You showed no more feeling for me when you came in than you would have if I had been a stranger--not so much as some women might have for a stranger.

I wonder sometimes if you have any feeling left in you at all.