Emily S. Bouton: "If I could only hear him say once, just as he used to in the early days of our married life, that he loves me, I believe I could go to work again without feeling that everything is such a dreary failure," said a weary woman to me once.
"You do not doubt his affection?" I asked.
"O, I suppose he cares; but he never, never tells me so," she replied, with a passionate sort of wail in the tones of her voice. "We just go on week after week, eating and drinking, dressing, working and sleeping, and that is all there is of it. I often think he would not care if I should pass entirely out of his life, for he never seems to notice what I do, never speaks one tender word to me any more."
