I am what I am, and never was a man of stronger personal moods or one who so hungered for the one woman.
And you are the one woman, the one physical object in the world, I worship.

There is no need that I tell you anything.

And you have learned, too, how I care for you in all greater, and, it may be, purer ways.

We are happy together.

But, love of me, we are a man and wife, an American man and wife, of the social grade--for there are social grades, despite all our democracy--where, it seems to me, a family has come to be esteemed almost a disgrace, as something vulgar and annoying.