She must ever be recollected by him, and each hour he thinks of her, so will her virtues shine brighter and more transparent, and her faults, if any, become forgotten, as they were forgiven.

But we weary the reader with these digressions, and will proceed to close our narrative.
Three additional weeks passed, and still Mrs.Wentworth remained insane, but her insanity being of a gentle character, Dr.Humphries would not permit her to be sent to the lunatic asylum, as her husband advised.

It is true, he desired it more for the purpose of avoiding being the recipient of any further favors, than because he thought it necessary.

This morbid sensitiveness shrank from being obligated to a comparative stranger like the doctor, and it was not until the old gentleman absolutely refused to permit Mrs.Wentworth to leave the house, that he yielded his assent to her remaining.
"As you insist upon it," he remarked, "I make no further opposition to her remaining, but I think it an imposition on your benevolence that your home shall be made gloomy by my wife being in it." "Not in the least gloomy, sir," replied the doctor, "nor do I think it the slightest imposition upon my benevolence.

Were it only to repay the debt Harry owes you for the preservation of his life, I should insist upon her not being removed.