In the darkness I could hear the water lapping the edge of the raft.
I remained thus in deep thought, sinking further and further into the tar-bucket.

By the time I reached the bottom of it I realized that I was in love with Edith Croyden.
Then the thought of my wife occurred to me and perplexed me.

Our unhappy marriage had taken place three years before.

We brought to one another youth, wealth and position.

Yet our marriage was a failure.