This was that Rosalie's aloofness from her family was the result of his design.
She comprehended, in her maturer years, the dislike of her childhood.
She remembered a certain look in his face which she had detested.

She had not known then that it was the look of a rather clever brute, who was malignant, but she knew now.
"He used to hate us all," she said to herself.

"He did not mean to know us when he had taken Rosalie away, and he did not intend that she should know us." She had heard rumours of cases somewhat parallel, cases in which girls' lives had become swamped in those of their husbands, and their husbands' families.

And she had also heard unpleasant details of the means employed to reach the desired results.

Annie Butterfield's husband had forbidden her to correspond with her American relatives.