You are children, both of you.

Oh, Walter, I believe you're looking forward to it; I believe you're glad you've got to do it all over again." "Yes, Edie, I positively believe I am." He rose, laughing, prepared to begin that minute his new wooing of Anne.
"Good-bye," said Edith, "it _is_ good-bye, you know, and good luck to you." This time she knew that she had been wise for him.
Anne would have been horrified if she had known that the situation, so terrible for her, was developing for her husband certain possibilities of charm.

His irrepressible boyishness refused to accept it in all its moral gloom.

There were, he perceived, advantages in these strained relations.
They had removed Anne into the mysterious realm her maidenhood had inhabited, before marriage had had time to touch her magic.

She had become once more the unapproachable and unattained.