She could not help thinking of this comparison, and what entirely different things from those she had anticipated, the union with him had offered to this day.

Tumult, anxiety, conflict, a perpetual alternation of hard work and excessive fatigue, this was his life, the life he had summoned her to share at his side, without even showing any desire to afford her a part in his cares and labors.

Matters ought not, should not go on so.

Everything that had seemed to her beautiful and pleasant in her parents' home--was being destroyed here.

Music and poetry, that had elevated her soul, clever conversation, that had developed her mind, were not to be found here.
Barbara's kind feelings could never supply the place of these lost possessions; for her husband's love she would have resigned them all--but what had become of this love?
With bitter emotions, she replaced the casket in the chest and obeyed the summons to dinner, but found no one at the great table except Adrian and the servants.