"You don't love her."

It was not a question or an accusation, just a statement of fact. Not from any sort of emotional intelligence—Clementine simply was not even convinced he loved his family, not all the time. Bringing home a wife he didn't love properly was not the recipe for anyone's happiness, not Jemima Farley's and certainly not Ford. Contentment, maybe, if they were fortunate, but not happiness.

Without love, matrimony was a cage.