He had narrowed down into the most selfish, exacting, egotistical creature it is possible to imagine.

I don't wonder; I hardly see how he could help it; I don't blame him.

But it wouldn't make life easier for a wife, would it?
A helpless husband who can't cross a road without his wife at his elbow is bad enough.

But make him a selfish beast into the bargain, full of questions, jealous of her power to go where she will, curious as to every person with whom she speaks--and what then?
My God, I am glad that girl refused me.

For that I am most grateful." "She refused you ?" asked Calder, and the relief passed from his face and voice.
"Twice," said Durrance.