Edith Wharton

“ Undine, obedient to the challenge, continued to gaze at the pearls. They were real; there was no doubt about that. And so was Indiana's marriage--if she kept out of certain states.
"Don't you see," Mrs. Rolliver continued, "that having to leave him when you did, and rush off to Dakota for six months, was--was giving him too much time to think; and giving it at the wrong time, too?" "Oh, I see. But what could I do? I'm not an immoral woman."
"Of course not, dearest. You were merely thoughtless that's what I meant by saying you ought to have had your divorce ready." ”

“ Why on earth didn't the four of you fix it up together?"
"You don't understand." (It was an undoubted relief to be able, at last, to say that to Indiana!) "Clare Van Degen thinks divorce wrong--or rather awfully vulgar."
"VULGAR?" Indiana flamed. "If that isn't just too much! A woman who's in love with another woman's husband? What does she think refined, I'd like to know? Having a lover, I suppose--like the women in these nasty French plays? I've told Mr. Rolliver I won't go to the theatre with him again in Paris--it's too utterly low. And the swell society's just as bad: it's simply rotten. ”

“ It embarrassed her to feel that she was expected to be "queer" and "different," to respond to pass-words and talk in innuendo, to associate with the equivocal and the subterranean and affect to despise the ingenuous daylight joys which really satisfied her soul. ”