But he did not know the force of the habit she had fallen into. At first
there were a few gleams of hope and thankfulness during the pleasant
days of summer, while it was a new thing for Sophy to have her husband
and child with her. But he could not keep her altogether from
temptation, while they visited constantly at Bolton Villa, and the
houses of other friends. It was in vain that he abstained himself; that
he made himself a fanatic on the question, as all his acquaintances
said; Sophy could not go out without being exposed to temptation, and
she was not strong enough to resist it. Before the next spring came, the
people of Upton spoke of her as confirmed in her miserable failing.
There was no one but herself who could now break off this fatal habit;
and her will had grown wretchedly feeble. The sin domineered over her,
and she felt herself a helpless slave to it. There had been no want of
firmness or tenderness on the part of her husband; but it had taken too
strong a hold upon her before he came to her aid. The intolerable sense
of humiliation which she suffered only drove her to seek to forget it by
sinking lower into the depth of her degradation and his.
A great change came over the rector of Upton. He went about among his
parishioners, no longer gladly taking the leadership among them, and
claiming the pre-eminence as his by right. It had been one of his most
pleasant thoughts in former days that he was the rector of the parish,
chosen of God, and appointed by men, to teach them truths good for
himself and them, and to go before them, seeking out the path in which
they should walk. But his own feet were now stumbling upon dark
mountains. He was quickly losing his popularity among them; for whereas,
while he was himself happy and honored, he had not seen clearly all the
evils, and wrongs, and excesses of his parish, now he was growing, as
they said, more fanatical and ascetic than Mr. Warden had been, who had
won the name of a puritan among them. Why could he not leave the Upton
Arms and the numerous smaller taverns alone, so long as the landladies
and their daughters attended church, as they had been need to do? His
presence at the dinner-parties of his friends was a check upon all
hilarity; and by and by they ceased to invite him, and then, half
ashamed to see his face, ceased to go to his church, where his sermons
had not the smooth and flowery eloquence of former days.
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