You are too interesting for a lover, really you are." Her words were a cold shock to my emotion--my superficial emotion; though, indeed, for that moment she seemed adorable to me.

Without any apparent relevancy, but certainly because my thoughts in self-reproach were hovering about cabin 116 Intermediate, I said, with a biting shame, "I do not wonder now!" "You do not wonder at what ?" she questioned; and she laid her hand kindly on my arm.
I put the hand away a little childishly, and replied, "At men going to the devil." But this was not what I thought.
"That does not sound complimentary to somebody.

May I ask you what you mean ?" she said calmly.

"I mean that Anson loved his wife, and she did not love him; yet she held him like a slave, torturing him at the same time." "Does it not strike you that this is irrelevant?
You are not my husband--not my slave.

But, to be less personal, Mr.Anson's wife was not responsible for his loving her.