regretted_.

A love affair is emotional insanity. Lovers are insane; not in fit
condition to decide their own actions. The state of "falling in love" is
moon-madness. For the time being the lover's sense of justice, his
reason, his judgment, is distorted by _reflections from another
personality_. This is especially so in the woman's case, for the reason
that she is generally a creature of untrained impulse, instead of
reasoning will.

There is that recent case of the beautiful and beloved Princess Louise
who ran away from her royal husband. She thought she loved Monsieur
Giron so devotedly that she could bear anything for the sake of being
with him. And surely she was miserable enough in her old environment.
But when it came to the reality she could not bear the consequences. She
wanted her children; her proud spirit winced at the snubs she got; she
longed a little for the old life; and familiarity with her soul mate
revealed the knowledge that he was not _all_ soul. She flunked miserably
and went home to her sick child. You see, she was literally love-_sick_.
Her mind was disordered; a life spent with her soul mate loomed to her
so large and dazzling that all other things were as nothing. She
couldn't for the time being see straight. She was literally insane.

If she had only _waited_ until the new wore off her passion! Waited
until she saw things in their proper proportions and relations to each
other; until she was _sure_ she could _live the life_ made inevitable by
her change.

That is the trouble;--love-sick-ness _blinds her to the truth_. When she
wakes up by _experience_ of the truth, _she wishes she hadn't._