When they reached their house, Emily at once went up to her own room, and Trevelyan to his.

They parted as though they had no common interest which was worthy of a moment's conversation.

And she by her step, and gait, and every movement of her body showed to him that she was not his wife now in any sense that could bring to him a feeling of domestic happiness.

Her compliance with his command was of no use to him unless she could be brought to comply in spirit.

Unless she would be soft to him he could not be happy.