Neither knew that she was more tolerant because she loved him less.

Up till this time, in spite of all, he had been her husband and her man.

She had felt that, more or less, what he did to himself he did to her.

Her living depended on him.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.
Now, with the birth of this third baby, her self no longer set towards him, helplessly, but was like a tide that scarcely rose, standing off from him.