And he kept things to himself.

There was no real confidence between us, as there ought to be between husband and wife, those whom God has joined together.

Andrea never seemed to remember that.

And gradually his conduct had its natural effect.

I grew not to care for him, and--he brought it on himself--I'm not excusing myself, Magdalen--I see now that I was to blame too--I ended by caring for someone else--someone who _did_ love me, who always had since we were boy and girl together." "Not Michael!" "Yes.