Clara's impudent and nonchalant sensuality was also not enough for him. He realized that Clara did not belong to him and that if she continued living in her world of apparitions, three-legged chairs that moved of their own volition, and cards that spelled out the future, she probably never would. Seeing her with her wind-reddened nose, and laughing at the slightest provocation, Esteban swore that sooner or later she would come to love him as he needed to be loved, even if it meant he had to resort to extreme measures. On the fourth day at sea, she woke up feeling better and they went out on deck to look at the sea. Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compress to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy and desired her with unjust intensity considering the wretched state to which she was reduced. Esteban was as madly in love as an adolescent, despite the fact that the movement of the ship made Clara uncontrollably ill and the tight quarters gave her asthma. They spent their honeymoon in Italy and two days after they were on the boat.
She packed it away in a shoe box and quickly forgot where she had put it. Esteban gave his wife a set of diamond jewelry, which she thought beautiful. “As soon as the period of mourning for Dona Ester was over and the big house on the corner was finished, Esteban Trueba and Clara del Valle were married in a modest ceremony.
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