Watts said he didn't understand.

'You have made Ellen in love with you,' said the mother, and it is impossible that could have happened unless you had been attentive to her.' "Poor Watts protested and protested, but the mother broke down and sobbed, and said the girl's heart would be broken, and at length, in despair, Watts asked what he was to do, and the mother could only suggest marriage.
"Finally they were married." "You don't mean that," I cried, "I never knew that Watts had married Ellen Terry." "Oh, yes," said Oscar, "they were married all right.

The mother saw to that, and to do him justice, Watts kept the whole family like a gentleman.

But like an idealist, or, as a man of the world would say, a fool, he was ashamed of his wife; he showed great reserve to her, and when he gave his usual dinners or receptions, he invited only men and so, carefully, left her out.
"One evening he had a dinner; a great many well-known people were present and a bishop was on his right hand, when, suddenly, between the cheese and the pear, as the French would say, Ellen came dancing into the room in pink tights with a basket of roses around her waist with which she began pelting the guests.

Watts was horrified, but everyone else delighted, the bishop in especial, it is said, declared he had never seen anything so romantically beautiful.