Finally, she leaves him.

The analysis of her thinking is interesting, but the woman is not.

She is not the quick, natural woman Browning was able to paint so well when he chose.

His own analytic excitement, which increases in mere intellectuality as the poem moves on, enters into her, and she thinks more through Browning the man than through her womanhood.

Women are complex enough, more complex than men, but they are not complex in the fashion of this poem.