They would be happy together.

His life with her would be beautiful and pure.
He got up from his chair and drew a large screen right in front of the portrait, shuddering as he glanced at it.

"How horrible!" he murmured to himself, and he walked across to the window and opened it.

When he stepped out on to the grass, he drew a deep breath.

The fresh morning air seemed to drive away all his sombre passions.