CHAPTER XLIX.
Though Mr.Lawrence's health was now quite re-established, my visits to Woodford were as unremitting as ever; though often less protracted than before.

We seldom talked about Mrs.Huntingdon; but yet we never met without mentioning her, for I never sought his company but with the hope of hearing something about her, and he never sought mine at all, because he saw me often enough without.

But I always began to talk of other things, and waited first to see if he would introduce the subject.

If he did not, I would casually ask, 'Have you heard from your sister lately ?' If he said 'No,' the matter was dropped: if he said 'Yes,' I would venture to inquire, 'How is she ?' but never 'How is her husband ?' though I might be burning to know; because I had not the hypocrisy to profess any anxiety for his recovery, and I had not the face to express any desire for a contrary result.

Had I any such desire ?--I fear I must plead guilty; but since you have heard my confession, you must hear my justification as well -- a few of the excuses, at least, wherewith I sought to pacify my own accusing conscience.
In the first place, you see, his life did harm to others, and evidently no good to himself; and though I wished it to terminate, I would not have hastened its close if, by the lifting of a finger, I could have done so, or if a spirit had whispered in my ear that a single effort of the will would be enough,--unless, indeed, I had the power to exchange him for some other victim of the grave, whose life might be of service to his race, and whose death would be lamented by his friends.