The young man was sincerely but placidly in love. He delighted in the radiant good looks of his betrothed, in her health, her horsemanship, her grace...[May] was straightforward, loyal and brave...But when he had gone the brief round of her...he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers...because it was supposed to be what he wanted...

I see.