For Bertha too, after her kind, felt the bitterness of disillusion.
She had believed that my wild poet's passion for her would make me her
slave; and that, being her slave, I should execute her will in all
things. With the essential shallowness of a negative, unimaginative
nature, she was unable to conceive the fact that sensibilities were
anything else than weaknesses. She had thought my weaknesses would
put me in her power, and she found them unmanageable forces. Our
positions were reversed. Before marriage she had completely mastered
my imagination, for she was a secret to me; and I created the unknown
thought before which I trembled as if it were hers. But now that her
soul was laid open to me, now that I was compelled to share the privacy
of her motives, to follow all the petty devices that preceded her words
and acts, she found herself powerless with me, except to produce in me
the chill shudder of repulsion-- powerless, because I could be acted
on by no lever within her reach. I was dead to worldly ambitions, to
social vanities, to all the incentives within the compass of her narrow
imagination, and I lived under influences utterly invisible to her.
She was really pitiable to have such a husband, and so all the world
thought. A graceful, brilliant woman, like Bertha, who smiled on
morning callers, made a figure in ball-rooms, and was capable of that
light repartee which, from such a woman, is accepted as wit, was secure
of carrying off all sympathy from a husband who was sickly, abstracted,
and, as some suspected, crack-brained. Even the servants in our house
gave her the balance of their regard and pity. For there were no
audible quarrels between us; our alienation, our repulsion from each
other, lay within the silence of our own hearts; and if the mistress
went out a great deal, and seemed to dislike the master's society, was
it not natural, poor thing? The master was odd. I was kind and just to
my dependants, but I excited in them a shrinking, half-contemptuous
pity; for this class of men and women are but slightly determined in
their estimate of others by general considerations, or even experience,
of character. They judge of persons as they judge of coins, and value
those who pass current at a high rate.
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