'Besides, dear Helen,' said he, embracing me with flattering fondness, 'I cannot spare you for a single day.' 'Then how have you managed without me these many days ?' said I.
'Ah! then I was knocking about the world, now I am at home, and home without you, my household deity, would be intolerable.' 'Yes, as long as I am necessary to your comfort; but you did not say so before, when you urged me to leave you, in order that you might get away from your home without me,' retorted I; but before the words were well out of my mouth, I regretted having uttered them.

It seemed so heavy a charge: if false, too gross an insult; if true, too humiliating a fact to be thus openly cast in his teeth.

But I might have spared myself that momentary pang of self-reproach.

The accusation awoke neither shame nor indignation in him: he attempted neither denial nor excuse, but only answered with a long, low, chuckling laugh, as if he viewed the whole transaction as a clever, merry jest from beginning to end.

Surely that man will make me dislike him at last! Sine as ye brew, my maiden fair, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.
Yes; and I will drink it to the very dregs: and none but myself shall know how bitter I find it! August 20th .-- We are shaken down again to about our usual position.
Arthur has returned to nearly his former condition and habits; and I have found it my wisest plan to shut my eyes against the past and future, as far as he, at least, is concerned, and live only for the present: to love him when I can; to smile (if possible) when he smiles, be cheerful when he is cheerful, and pleased when he is agreeable; and when he is not, to try to make him so; and if that won't answer, to bear with him, to excuse him, and forgive him as well as I can, and restrain my own evil passions from aggravating his; and yet, while I thus yield and minister to his more harmless propensities to self-indulgence, to do all in my power to save him from the worse.
But we shall not be long alone together.