The rope was cut; he mounted; he was free, as it was decreed that he, Septimus, the lord of men, should be free; alone (since his wife had thrown away her wedding ring; since she had left him), he, Septimus, was alone […]. (4.41)
So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes […] now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know (4.93).
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude; even between husband and wife a gulf; and that one must respect, thought Clarissa […] for one would not part with it oneself, or take it, against his will, from one's husband, without losing one's independence, one's self-respect – something, after all, priceless. (5.23)