Oh! so gently and cleanly--to let them die." When first she remembered those words of her dead husband, a horrible revulsion of feeling against him seized her.

She had been vaguely miserable and remorseful at his death until those words, so tranquilly spoken in a primrose dawn, came back to her.
Then she was suddenly glad he was dead, gone for ever.

She almost hated him once more.

It was dreadful to live with people whom she did not understand, who knew things they kept secret, whose minds and thoughts and motives were incomprehensible to her, who believed horrible untrue things of her.

It had been a fixed idea with Fay during her husband's lifetime that he believed horrible untrue things about her.