National Avenue by Booth Tarkington — Read

He made this promise with an angrily confident determination to fulfil it, but the next few days were to teach him that he had not yet learned all there was to know about his sister. When he forced his way to an interview with her in her rooms in the hotel to which she had gone in New York, she laughed at his fury.

"Why haven't I been a good wife to him? " she asked. "I've spent quite a number of years in purgatory, trying to stick to what I undertook when he married me! Oh, yes, I know you like the place, George; and I don't challenge your viewpoint. But I have my own, and, whether it's right or not, it's mine and I can't get rid of it. I suffer by it, and I have to live by it -- and to me the place has always been a purgatory. It's interesting to you, but it's hideous to me. You like the people; -- to you they seem intelligent and friendly. To me they're intrusive barbarians with unbearable voices. I stood it at first because I had to; I didn't have anywhere else to go, and I did care for Dan. Then I kept on standing it because I'd got the habit, I suppose, and because it's hard to get the courage to break away. Well, thank Heaven, something's given me the courage at last. I was always just on the very verge of it, and the trouble about Henry pushed me over. I've perished for years because I couldn't get a breath of art; I haven't lived -- "