"As you are going to be deprived of your lovely wife, Tristram, I will come, too." And so, finally good nights were said and the ladies retired to their rooms; and Zara could not think why she no longer found the atmosphere of hers peaceful and delightful, as she had done before she went down.
For the first time in her life she felt she hated a woman.
And Tristram, her husband, when he came up an hour or so later, wondered if she were asleep.

Laura had been perfectly sweet, and he felt greatly soothed.

Poor old Laura! He supposed she had really cared for him rather, and perhaps he had behaved casually, even though she had been impossible, in the past.

But how had he ever even for five minutes fancied himself in love with her?
Why, she looked quite old to-night! and he had never remarked before how thin and fluffed out her hair was.
Women ought certainly to have beautifully thick hair.
And then all the pretenses of any healing of his aches fell from him, and he went and stood by the door that separated him from his loved one, and he stretched out his arms and said aloud, "Darling, if only you could understand how happy I would make you--if you would let me! But I can't even break down this hateful door as I want to, because of my vow." And then for most of the rest of the night he tossed restlessly in his bed..