"Let me go to bed," I said.
"Certainly! Most certainly, my dear, but. . . ."
"Let me go to bed," I said again, and at the next moment I stepped into
my room.
He did not attempt to follow me. I saw in a mirror in front what was
taking place behind me.
My husband was standing where I had left him with a look first of
amazement and then of rage.
"I can't understand you," he said. "Upon my soul I can't! There isn't a
man in the world who could." After that he strode into his own bedroom
and clashed the door after him.
"Oh, what's the good?" I thought again.
It was impossible to make myself in love with my husband. It was no use
trying.