In all her luxury she would feel the taste, the art, and the skill of her husband.

I would pass my life in adoring her, in displaying her beauty, in petting her, in bearing her triumphant through the world.

I would study her beauty in order to give it the frame that best suited it.

'If he were not there,' she would say, 'I should not be so beautiful, so dazzling.' I should know not only how to love her, but how to amuse her.

She would have something for her money, she would have love and pleasure.