The change in Lady Delacour’s manner of life, in the hours and the company that she kept, contributed much to her recovery.[9] She was no longer in continual anxiety to conceal the state of her health from the world. She had no secret to keep--no part to act; her reconciliation with her husband and with his friends restored her mind to ease and self-complacency. Her little Helena was a source of daily pleasure; and no longer conscious of neglecting her daughter, she no longer feared that the affections of her child should be alienated. Dr. X----, well aware that the passions have a powerful influence over the body, thought it full as necessary, in some cases, to attend to the mind as to the pulse. By conversing with Lady Delacour, and by combining hints and circumstances, he soon discovered what had lately been the course of her reading, and what impression it had made on her imagination. Mrs. Marriott, indeed, assisted him with her opinion concerning _the methodistical books_; and when he recollected the forebodings of death which her ladyship had felt, and the terror with which she had been seized on the night of Mrs. Freke’s adventure, he was convinced that superstitious horrors hung upon his patient’s spirits, and affected her health. To argue on religious subjects was not his province, much less his inclination; but he was acquainted with a person qualified by his profession and his character ‘to minister to a mind diseased,’ and he resolved on the first favourable opportunity to introduce this gentleman to her ladyship. One morning Lady Delacour was complaining to Belinda, that the books in the library were in dreadful confusion. “My lord has really a very fine library,” said she; “but I wish he had half as many books twice as well arranged: I never can find any thing I want. Dr. X----, I wish to heaven you could recommend a librarian to my lord--not a chaplain, observe.” “Why not a chaplain, may I ask your ladyship?” said the doctor.