But she only smiled at her own limitations and explained that she had to "think in we's." Confound it again! Here I'd have all my energies focused on one wish, and before I knew it she'd have them dissipated in one direction or another, some subject of discussion that began just at the point I was talking about and ended miles away.
It must not be imagined that I was just repelled, ignored, left to cherish a grievance.

Not at all.

My happiness was in the hands of a larger, sweeter womanhood than I had ever imagined.

Before our marriage my own ardor had perhaps blinded me to much of this.

I was madly in love with not so much what was there as with what I supposed to be there.