Had he not taken her to his bosom, and bestowed upon her the half of all that he had simply for herself, asking for nothing more than her love?
He had possessed money, position, a name,--all that makes life worth having.

He had found her in a remote corner of the world, with no fortune, with no advantages of family or social standing,--so circumstanced that any friend would have warned him against such a marriage; but he had given her his heart, and his hand, and his house, and had asked for nothing in return but that he should be all in all to her,--that he should be her one god upon earth.

And he had done more even than this.

"Bring your sister," he had said.

"The house shall be big enough for her also, and she shall be my sister as well as yours." Who had ever done more for a woman, or shown a more absolute confidence?
And now what was the return he received?
She was not contented with her one god upon earth, but must make to herself other gods,--another god, and that too out of a lump of the basest clay to be found around her.