And of those conversations in the garden, too.

It stung her to recollect that, after all, he had given her no account of them.
She had been sure they had not been ordinary conversations!--Mrs.
Fairmile was not the person to waste her time in chit-chat.
A gust of violence swept through her.

She had given Roger everything--money, ease, amusement.

Where would he have been without her?
And his mother, too ?--tiresome, obstructive woman! For the first time that veil of the unspoken, that mist of loving illusion which preserves all human relations, broke down between Daphne and her marriage.

Her thoughts dwelt, in a vulgar detail, on the money she had settled upon Roger--on his tendencies to extravagance--his happy-go-lucky self-confident ways.