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Read the excerpt.
From "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning ... She had A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, Too easily
Impressed, she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, twas all onel My favor at her breast, The
dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She
rode with round the terrace-all and each would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least. She thanked men-
good! but thanked Somehow-I know not how-as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-year-old name with anybody's gift.
In these lines, what complaint does the speaker make about his late wife?
She lacked Intelligence and did not take life seriously,
She lived for the present and had no respect for the past.
She was too free with her appreciation of and enjoyment of others.
She was vain and expected to be showered with attention and gifts.