She wondered if Hugh were really very miserable.

She herself had passed through so many stages of misery since her wedding-day.

But she had sufficient knowledge of herself to realize that it was the loneliness and lack of sympathy that weighed upon her most.
Her feeling for Hugh was still an undeveloped quantity, though the certainty of his love for her had quickened it to keener life.

She was not even yet absolutely certain that he could have satisfied her.

It was true that he had been deeply stirred for the moment, but how deeply and how lastingly she had no means of gauging.