She was the sister of Henrietta's husband.

Henrietta bore the name she had quitted.

Could madness go beyond the marrying of the creature?
He chafed at her containment, at her courage, her silence, her withholding the brazen or the fawnish look-up, either of which he would have hated.
He, however, was dragged to look down.

Neither Gorgon nor Venus, nor a mingling of them, she had the chasm of the face, recalling the face of his bondage, seen first that night at Baden.

It recalled and it was not the face; it was the skull of the face, or the flesh of the spirit.
Occasionally she looked, for a twinkle or two, the creature or vision she had been, as if to mock by reminding him.