"You wonder why I married," she went on presently, under the influence of a newly-recurring thought. "I meant never to marry again. I meant to be free and to live for my art. I had parted with you. I had no bonds. For nine years I was a queen. I enjoyed the life I had longed for. But something befell me. It was like a fit of forgetfulness. I began to sing out of tune. 
"You wonder why I married," she went on presently. "I meant never to marry again. I meant to be free and to live for my art. I was a queen. But something befell me. I began to sing out of tune. 