Andhere，ImustnotforgetthatIamnotalittleindebtedtohisfriendMrHargrave。AboutthattimehefrequentlycalledatGrass-dale，andoftendinedwithus，onwhichoccasions，Ifear，Arthurwouldwillinglyhavecastprudenceanddecorumtothewindsandmade`anightofit，’asoftenashisfriendwouldhaveconsentedtojoinhiminthatexaltedpastime；
andifthelatterhadchosentocomply，hemight，inanightortwo，haveruinedthelabourofweeks，andoverthrown，withatouch，thefrailbulwarkithadcostmesuchtroubleandtoiltoconstruct。Iwassofearfulofthisatfirst，thatIhumbledmyselftointimatetohiminprivatemyapprehensionsofArthur’spronenesstotheseexcesses，andtoexpressahopethathewouldnotencourageit。Hewaspleasedwiththismarkofconfidence，andcertainlydidnotbetrayit。Onthatandeverysubsequentoccasion，hispresenceservedratherasacheckuponhishost，thananincitementtofurtheractsofintemperance；andhealwayssucceededinbringinghimfromthedining-roomingoodtimeandintolerablygoodcondition；forifArthurdisregardedsuchintimations，as`Well，Imustnotdetainyoufromyourlady，’or`WemustnotforgetthatMrsHuntingdonisalone，’
hewouldinsistuponleavingthetablehimself，tojoinme，andhishost，howeverunwillingly，wasobligedtofollow。
Hence，IlearnedtowelcomeMrHargrave，asarealfriendtothefamily，aharmlesscompanionforArthur，tocheerhisspiritsandpreservehimfromthetediumofabsoluteidlenessandatotalisolationfromallsocietybutmine，andausefulallytome。Icouldnotbutfeelgratefultohimundersuchcircumstances；andIdidnotscrupletoacknowledgemyobligationonthefirstconvenientopportunity；yet，asIdidso，myheartwhisperedallwasnotright，andbroughtaglowtomyface，whichheheightenedbyhissteady，seriousgaze，while，byhismannerofreceivingthoseacknowledgments，hemorethandoubledmymisgivings。Hishighdelightatbeingabletoservemewaschastenedbysympathyformeandcommiserationforhimself——aboutIknownotwhat，forIwouldnotstaytoenquireorsufferhimtounburdenhissorrowstome。Hissighsandintimationsofsuppressedafflictionseemedtocomefromafullheart；buteitherhemustcontrivetoretainthemwithinit，orbreathethemforthinotherearsthanmine：therewasenoughofconfidencebetweenusalready。Itseemedwrongthatthereshouldexistasecretunderstandingbetweenmyhusband’sfriendandme，unknowntohim，ofwhichhewastheobject。Butmyafterthoughtwas，`Ifitiswrong，surelyArthur’sisthefault，notmine。’
Andindeed，Iknownotwhetheratthetime，itwasnotforhimratherthanmyselfthatIblushed；for，sinceheandIareone，Isoidentifymyselfwithhim，thatIfeelhisdegradation，hisfailings，andtransgressionsasmyown；Iblushforhim，Ifearforhim；Irepentforhim，weep，pray，andfeelforhimasformyself；butIcannotactforhim；andhence，I