"They must, then, have been very miserable."
"You see all _facts_ go to prove what I say."
"In this case there ought to be no such thing as marriage."
"There ought, my dear, were it only to prove that this life is a mere state of probation, wherein neither rest nor recompense is to be vouchsafed."
"But your own marriage, Mrs. Pryor?"
Mrs. Pryor shrank and shuddered as if a rude finger had pressed a naked nerve. Caroline felt she had touched what would not bear the slightest contact.
"My marriage was unhappy," said the lady, summoning courage at last; "but yet----" She hesitated.
"But yet," suggested Caroline, "not immitigably wretched?"

"They must have been very miserable."
"You see all facts go to prove what I say."
"In this case there ought to be no such thing as marriage."
"There ought, my dear, if only to prove that in this life there is neither rest nor recompense."
"But your own marriage, Mrs. Pryor?"
Mrs. Pryor shrank and shuddered as if she had pressed a naked nerve. "My marriage was unhappy," said she, summoning courage at last; "but yet-" She hesitated.
"But yet," suggested Caroline, "not entirely wretched?"
