I never see his poor frightened-looking wife without shuddering thinking of what I have escaped.

They told me all that, but I looked only at his face, and did not believe them.

They forced me into marriage with the kindest man that ever lived.

I did not love him then, but I loved him for thirty years; was it not better ?" "But, my dear friend," I answered; "that poor, frightened-looking wife of your first love! Her marriage also was, I take it, the result of parental choosing.

The love marriage, I admit, as often as not turns out sadly.