Rembrandt Belshazzar's Feast painting

Rembrandt Belshazzar's Feast paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June paintingRaphael La Belle Jardiniere painting
was startled, almost frightened, by her sudden voice, and he wanted, in some vengeful reflex of exasperation, to ask her what she had said. But he knew he had heard her and, leaning towards her, replied, “Of course we must.”
“Whatever has happened.”
“Certainly.”
He began to realize the emotion, and the loneliness, behind the banality of what she had said; he was ashamed of himself to have answered as if it were merely banal. He wished he could think what to say that would make up for it. but he could not think of what to say. He knew of his wife, with tender amusement, that she almost certainly had not realized his unkindness, and that she would be hopelessly puzzled if he tried to explain and apologize. Let it be, he thought.
He feels much more than he says, she comforted herself; but she wished that he might ever say what he felt. She felt his hand on her wrist and his head close to hers. She leaned towards him.
“I understand, Catherine,” he said.