He had said that she had not changed; now he perceived that she had.

Not in face, except that it was more beautiful; not in form, except that it was a little fuller--no! She had changed spiritually.

There was more of her, as it were, something of activity and daring, where there had been sheer passive resistance.

'Ah!' he thought, 'that's her independent income! Confound Uncle Jolyon!' "I suppose you're comfortably off now ?" he said.
"Thank you, yes." "Why didn't you let me provide for you?
I would have, in spite of everything." A faint smile came on her lips; but she did not answer.
"You are still my wife," said Soames.

Why he said that, what he meant by it, he knew neither when he spoke nor after.