We change and our thoughts change; slight differences of temperament grow into barriers between us; unguessed antagonisms widen into gulfs.

Accidents come into our lives.

A friend was telling me the other day of a woman who practically proposed to and married a musical genius, purely and solely to be of use to him.

She earned quite a big income, drawing fashions; and her idea was to relieve him of the necessity of doing pot-boilers for a living, so that he might devote his whole time to his real work.

And a few weeks after they were married she ran the point of a lead pencil through her eye and it set up inflammation of her brain.