But he is manifestly afraid of my displeasure; and if at one time he tries my patience by his unreasonable exactions, and fretful complaints and reproaches, at another he depresses me by his abject submission and deprecatory self-abasement when he fears he has gone too far.

But all this I can readily pardon; I know it is chiefly the result of his enfeebled frame and disordered nerves.

What annoys me the most, is his occasional attempts at affectionate fondness that I can neither credit nor return; not that I hate him: his sufferings and my own laborious care have given him some claim to my regard--to my affection even, if he would only be quiet and sincere, and content to let things remain as they are; but the more he tries to conciliate me, the more I shrink from him and from the future.
'Helen, what do you mean to do when I get well ?' he asked this morning.
'Will you run away again ?' 'It entirely depends upon your own conduct.' 'Oh, I'll be very good.' 'But if I find it necessary to leave you, Arthur, I shall not "run away": you know I have your own promise that I may go whenever I please, and take my son with me.' 'Oh, but you shall have no cause.' And then followed a variety of professions, which I rather coldly checked.
'Will you not forgive me, then ?' said he.
'Yes,--I have forgiven you: but I know you cannot love me as you once did--and I should be very sorry if you were to, for I could not pretend to return it: so let us drop the subject, and never recur to it again.
By what I have done for you, you may judge of what I will do--if it be not incompatible with the higher duty I owe to my son (higher, because he never forfeited his claims, and because I hope to do more good to him than I can ever do to you); and if you wish me to feel kindly towards you, it is deeds not words which must purchase my affection and esteem.' His sole reply to this was a slight grimace, and a scarcely perceptible shrug.

Alas, unhappy man! words, with him, are so much cheaper than deeds; it was as if I had said, 'Pounds, not pence, must buy the article you want.' And then he sighed a querulous, self-commiserating sigh, as if in pure regret that he, the loved and courted of so many worshippers, should be now abandoned to the mercy of a harsh, exacting, cold-hearted woman like that, and even glad of what kindness she chose to bestow.
'It's a pity, isn't it ?' said I; and whether I rightly divined his musings or not, the observation chimed in with his thoughts, for he answered--'It can't be helped,' with a rueful smile at my penetration.
* * * * * I have seen Esther Hargrave twice.

She is a charming creature, but her blithe spirit is almost broken, and her sweet temper almost spoiled, by the still unremitting persecutions of her mother in behalf of her rejected suitor--not violent, but wearisome and unremitting like a continual dropping.