 How does Helen feel about her husband?
Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. "I have plenty of money, thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard....
 she wishes she'd never met him
 he treats her well, but she's just not in love with him  she misses the way he used to be  she wishes she'd never met him  she's in love with his true self