"What more do you want than what you have got?"
"I don't know," she said with a puzzled look.
"That's just it—you don't know."
"Sometimes I feel as if I were not even inside the world, but only on the edge of it," she answered, forgetting for the moment that she was talking to Mr. Belcher, "and not inside life but only in a dream of it."
"Been reading novels?" he asked with a little sneer.
"No," she answered, and put out her hand and touched his for a moment. "Don't laugh at me, Edward, and let me tell you things, being married makes me feel that I belong to you. I do so want you to—to"
"All in good time," he said, and giving her finger a not unfriendly shake, took up his paper. She sat and looked out of window for an hour or two, and wondered what the house in Montague Place would be like. After all, she could not help the instincts of her sex, and
