Suchdisgracefulscenesornearlysuchhavebeenrepeatedmorethanonce。Idon’tsaymuchtoArthuraboutit，forifIdid，itwoulddomoreharmthangood；butIlethimknowthatIintenselydislikesuchexhibitions；andeachtimehehaspromisedtheyshouldneveragainberepeated；
butIfearheislosingthelittleself-commandandself-respectheoncepossessed：formerly，hewouldhavebeenashamedtoactthus——atleast，beforeanyotherwitnessesthanhisbooncompanions，orsuchasthey。HisfriendHargrave，withaprudenceandself-governmentthatIenvyforhim，neverdisgraceshimselfbytakingmorethansufficienttorenderhimalittle`elevated，’andisalwaysthefirsttoleavethetable，afterLordLowborough，who，wiserstill，perseveresinvacatingthedining-roomimmediatelyafterus；butneveronce，sinceAnnabellaoffendedhimsodeeply，hasheenteredthedrawing-roombeforetherest；alwaysspendingtheinteriminthelibrary，whichItakecaretohavelightedforhisaccommodation——or，onfinemoonlightnights，inroamingaboutthegrounds。ButIthinksheregretshermisconduct，forshehasneverrepeateditsince，andoflateshehascomportedherselfwithwonderfulproprietytowardshim，treatinghimwithmoreuniformkindnessandconsiderationthaneverIhaveobservedhertodobefore。IdatethetimeofthisimprovementfromtheperiodwhensheceasedtohopeandstriveforArthur’sadmiration。
TheTenantofWildfellHall：Chapter32CHAPTERXXXIICOMPARISONS：INFORMATIONREJECTEDOctober5th——EstherHargraveisgettingafinegirl。Sheisnotoutoftheschool-roomyet，buthermotherfrequentlybringsherovertocallinthemorningswhenthegentlemenareout，andsometimesshespendsanhourortwoincompanywithhersister，andme，andthechildren；andwhenwegototheGrove，Ialwayscontrivetoseeher，andtalkmoretoherthantoanyoneelse，forIamverymuchattachedtomylittlefriend，andsoisshetome。Iwonderwhatshecanseetolikeinmethough，forIamnolongerthehappy，livelygirlIusedtobe；butshehasnoothersociety——savethatofheruncongenialmother，andhergovernessasartificialandconventionalapersonasthatprudentmothercouldprocuretorectifythepupil’snaturalqualities，and，nowandthen，hersubdued，quietsister。
Ioftenwonderwhatwillbeherlotinlife——andsodoesshe；butherspeculationsonthefuturearefullofbuoyanthope——soweremineonce。Ishuddertothinkofherbeingawakenedlikemetoasenseoftheirdelusivevanity。ItseemsasifIshouldfeelherdisappointmentevenmoredeeplythanmyown：Ifeel，almost，asifIwerebornforsuchafate，butsheissojoyousandfresh，solightofheartandfreeofspirit，andsoguilelessandunsuspectingtoo——oh，itwouldbecrueltomakeherfeelasIfeelnow，andknowwhatIhaveknown！
Hersistertremblesforhertoo。Yesterdaymorning，oneofOctober’sbrightest，loveliestdays，MilicentandIwereinthegardenenjoyingabriefhalfhourtogetherwithourchildren，whileAnnabellawaslyingonthedrawing-roomsofa，deepinthelastnewnovel。Wehadbeenrompingwiththelittlecreatures，almostasmerryandwildasthemselves，andnowpausedintheshadeofthetallcopperbeech，torecoverbreathandrectifyourhair，disorderedbytheroughplayandthefrolicsomebreeze——whiletheytoddledtogetheralongthebroad，sunnywalk；myArthursupportingthefeeblerstepsofherlittleHelen，andsagaciouslypointingouttoherthebrightestbeautiesoftheborderastheypassed，withsemi-articulateprattlethatdidaswellforherasanyothermodeofdiscourse。Fromlaughingattheprettysight，webegantotalkofthechildren’sfuturelife；andthatmadeusthoughtful。Webothrelapsedintosilentmusingasweslowlyproceededupthewalk；andIsupposeMilicentbyatrainofassociationswasledtothinkofhersister。