Because a man and wife were mates five or ten years ago is no proof that
they are mates today. We are all _growing_, and it is often literally
true that we "grow away" from people.

_Every loved one who goes out of our lives makes room for a better,
fuller love--unless we shut ourselves in with our "grief."_

It is said that Robert Louis Stevenson fell in love with the wife of his
best friend. He told his friend frankly, intending to leave the city.
His friend questioned the wife and found she reciprocated Stevenson's
love. Stevenson stayed with his friend in Paris and the wife went to
her father's home in California. A year later, the attachment between
his wife and Stevenson still remaining, the friend applied for a
divorce. Then he and Stevenson journeyed all the way to California
together, where Stevenson was married to the ex-wife. The ex-husband
attended the wedding, and that same evening announced his engagement to
a girl friend of Mrs. Stevenson.

I glory in the friendship of those two men who refused to allow the
unreasoning caprices of love to sever their love for each other. A
separation and remarriage like that is a _credit_ to all parties
concerned. _It is the quarrels and estrangements which are the real
disgrace_ in cases of separation and remarriage.

John Ruskin was another man too great and too good to resent love's
going where it is sent. He had married, knowing that her respect and
admiration but not her _love_, were his, a beautiful and brilliant girl
much younger than himself. They lived happily a number of years. Then
Ruskin brought home the painter, Millais, to make a picture of his wife.