How can he put up with such a position? He feels it, that's evident.

" "He?" she said sneeringly.

" He's perfectly satisfied.

" "What are we all miserable for, when everything might be so happy?" "Only not he.

Don't I know him, the falsity in which he's utterly steeped?... Could one, with any feeling, live as he is living with me? He understands nothing, and feels nothing.