It was so now with this man.

He loved his wife.

To a certain extent he still trusted her.

He did not believe that she would be faithless to him after the fashion of women who are faithless altogether.

But he was jealous of authority, fearful of slights, self-conscious, afraid of the world, and utterly ignorant of the nature of a woman's mind.
He carried the letter with him in his pocket throughout the next morning, and in the course of the day he called upon Lady Milborough.
Though he was obstinately bent on acting in accordance with his own views, yet he was morbidly desirous of discussing the grievousness of his position with his friends.