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`` That something in my conduct had not pleased you , I could see from your deportment as we travelled the next morning . You were sad , and very silent and abstracted . This disappeared , however , and , day by day , my happiness , my hope , my confidence in you , in myself , in all things , increased -- and I felt assured of realizing that perfect idea of felicity which I proposed to myself from the moment when you declared your purpose to emigrate . Were we not happy , husband -- so happy at M -- , for weeks , for months -- always , morning , noon , and night -- until the reappearance of this false friend of yours ? Then , it seemed to me as if everything changed . Then , that other friend of yours -- who , though he never treated me with aught but respect , I yet can call no friend of mine -- Mr. Kingsley , drew you away again from your home -- carried you with him to his haunts -- detained you late and long , by night and day -- and I was left once more exposed to the free and frequent familiarity of Mr. Edgerton . He renewed his former habits ; his looks were more presuming , and his attentions more direct and loathsome than ever .