"Sometimes love, for a woman, means only shelter; often, for a man, love means the blending of all knowledge, of all beauty, all ambition, of all that he has learned from books and from life.

Sometimes a man can see no further and needs to look no further." Philippa suddenly felt that she was in danger.

There was something in her heart of which she had never before been conscious, some music, some strange turn of sentiment in Lessingham's voice or the words themselves.
It was madness, she told herself breathlessly.

She was in love with her husband, if any one.

She could not have lost all feeling for him so soon.