Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

She liked money as well as most women, and accepted it with no little satisfaction.

It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

She was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her like life was passing her by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

Edna lived a dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions

It seems to me if I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.