managed to get on all right . . . There were the children; and she was very fond of them. . . . Perhaps later, when they were a little older, things would be better: Addie might become reconciled to his position as one of the most fashionable doctors of the day; she also might recover her calmness, her balance. . . . Life was so insipid: getting up, dressing, ordering meals, paying visits, shopping. Only the children, still so small, imparted a little gaiety to it. For the rest, it was insipid; and it was the same for one and all. Nearly everybody had to pass through some sort of crisis, after a few years' marriage. She would settle down, Addie would settle down: they would go on living side by side. . . .
But days of tears would follow, days of despair; and she felt much too young, much too full of vitality, just to drag on her life like that. . . .
