The woman has not the courage to give up her hopeless insistence on love and her endless demand for love, demand of being loved.

She has not the greatness of soul to relinquish her own self-assertion, and believe in the man who believes in himself and in his own soul's efforts:--if there _are_ any such men nowadays, which is very doubtful.
Alas, alas, the future! Your son, who has tasted the real beauty of wife-response in his mother or sister.

Your daughter, who adores her brother, and who marries some woman's son.

They are so charming to look at, such a lovely couple.

And at first it is all such a good game, such good sport.