Inamomentithadcome，thefirstseriousdisputeoftheirweddedlife。
Ithadcomeasallsuchcalamitiescome，fromnothing，anditwasontheminfulldisastereretheyknew。Suchaverylittlewhileago，thereintheconventgarden，theirliveshadbeendrawncloserinsympathythaneverbefore；andnowthatblessedtimeseemedagessince，andtheywerefurtherasunderthanthosewhohaveneverbeenfriends。“Ithought，“
bitterlymusedIsabel，“thathewouldhavedoneanythingforme。““Whocouldhavedreamedthatawomanofhersensewouldbesounreasonable，“
hewondered。Bothhadtempers，asIknowmydearestreaderhasifalady，andneitherwouldyield；andso，presently，theycouldhardlytellhow，fortheywereaghastatitall，Isabelwasaloneinherroomamidsttheruinsofherlife，andBasilaloneintheone-horsecarriage，tryingtodriveawayfromthewreckofhishappiness。Allwasover；thedreamwaspast；thecharmwasbroken。Thesweetnessoftheirlovewasturnedtogall；whateverhadpleasedthemintheirlovingmoodswasloathsomenow，andthethingstheyhadpraisedamomentbeforewerehateful。Inthatbalefullight，whichseemedtodwelluponalltheyeversaidordidinmutualenjoyment，howpoorandstupidandemptylookedtheirwedding-
journey！Basilspentfiveminutesinarraigninghiswifeandconvictingherofeveryfollyandfault。Hissoulwasinawhirl，“FortobewrothwithoneweloveDothworklikemadnessinthebrain。“