She went upstairs with a curious lack of the spirit of proprietorship.

It hurt her to feel as if she were showing a house taken furnished for the season in which she had no rights, no pride and no personal interest.

Martin had treated her like a kid last night and gone away in the morning without a word.

Alice and Gilbert had taunted her with not being a wife.

She wasn't, and this was Martin's house, not hers and Martin's ...