Some folks is happy i' marriage, and some isn't.
It's just luck, and there's no forecasting it.

Men is such unaccountable animals, there's no prophesyin' upon 'em.

Who'd ha' thought of yo'r husband, him as was so slow and sure--steady Philip, as we lasses used to ca' him--makin' a moonlight flittin', and leavin' yo' to be a widow bewitched ?' 'He didn't go at night,' said Sylvia, taking the words 'moonlight flitting' in their literal sense.
'No! Well, I only said "moonlight flittin'" just because it come uppermost and I knowed no better.

Tell me all about it, Sylvie, for I can't mak' it out from what Bessy says.

Had he and yo' had words ?--but in course yo' had.' At this moment Hester came into the room; and Sylvia joyfully availed herself of the pretext for breaking off the conversation that had reached this painful and awkward point.