What a woman really is, nobody knows, least of all herself.
To see a woman as she really is, one must see her with her babe. For
It is curious, but it is true, that not even before the passionate and
accepted lover to whom she has utterly devoted herself can a woman bare
her heart as can she to her babe. Perhaps we may go so far as to say
that
Motherhood always partially eclipses wife-hood: