And I explained.

He answered, "Yes, yes," but I fancied that he was adding to himself--"They all say that." I grew more angry.

Lea's opinion formed, to some extent, the background of my life.

For many years I had been writing quite as much to satisfy him as to satisfy myself, and his coldness chilled me.

He thought that my heart was not in my work, and I did not want Lea to think that of me.