If a man were to give his work only, it would be well.

All men who have to live by labour must do that; but a man has to give himself as well as his work; to sacrifice his individuality; to become body and soul a part of a lumbering old machine.' This hardly came well from Gertrude, seeing that Alaric at any rate had never been required to sacrifice any of his individuality.
But she was determined to hate all the antecedents of his life, as though those antecedents, and not the laxity of his own principles, had brought about his ruin.

She was prepared to live entirely for the future, and to look back on her London life as bad, tasteless, and demoralizing.

England to her was no longer a glorious country; for England's laws had made a felon of her husband.

She would go to a new land, new hopes, new ideas, new freedom, new work, new life, and new ambition.