And I don't and won't complain.

I do and will love him still; and I do not and will not regret that I have linked my fate with his.
April 4th .-- We have had a downright quarrel.

The particulars are as follows: Arthur had told me, at different intervals, the whole story of his intrigue with Lady F--, which I would not believe before.

It was some consolation, however, to find that in this instance the lady had been more to blame than he, for he was very young at the time, and she had decidedly made the first advances, if what he said was true.

I hated her for it, for it seemed as if she had chiefly contributed to his corruption; and when he was beginning to talk about her the other day, I begged he would not mention her, for I detested the very sound of her name.
'Not because you loved her, Arthur, mind, but because she injured you and deceived her husband, and was altogether a very abominable woman, whom you ought to be ashamed to mention.' But he defended her by saying that she had a doting old husband, whom it was impossible to love.
'Then why did she marry him ?' said I.
'For his money,' was the reply.
'Then that was another crime, and her solemn promise to love and honour him was another, that only increased the enormity of the last.' 'You are too severe upon the poor lady,' laughed he.