Then what he brings her, when he meets her again, will not be perfect.

Womanly to the core, and her nature is a beautiful nature, she says nothing which is not kind and true, and the picture she draws of faithfulness, without one stain of wavering, is natural and lovely.

But, for all that, it is jealousy that speaks, the desire to claim all for one's self.

"Thou art mine, and mine only"-- that fine selfishness which injures love so deeply in the end, because it forbids its expansion, that is, forbids the essential nature of love to act.
That may be pardoned, unless in its extremes, during life, if the pardon does not increase it; but this is in the hour of death, and it is unworthy of the higher world.

To carry jealousy beyond the grave is a phase of that selfish passion over which this hour, touched by the larger thought of the infinite world, should have uplifted the woman.
Still, what she says is in nature, and Browning's imagination has closed passionately round his subject.