“Then the best definition which you can give me of a bad heart is that it is some constant propensity to hurt others, and to do wrong for the sake of doing wrong.”

“Yes, ma’am, but that is not all neither; there is still something else meant; something which I cannot express—­which, indeed, I never distinctly understood; but of which, therefore, I was the more afraid.”

“Well, then, to begin with what you do understand, tell me, Cecilia, do you really think it possible to be wicked merely for the love of wickedness?  No human being becomes wicked all at once; a man begins by doing wrong because it is, or because he thinks it is for his interest; if he continue to do so, he must conquer his sense of shame, and lose his love of virtue.  But how can you, Cecilia, who feel such a strong sense of shame, and such an eager desire to improve, imagine that you have a bad heart?”

“Indeed, madam, I never did, until every body told me so, and then I began to be frightened about it.  This very evening, ma’am, when I was in a passion, I threw little Louisa’s strawberries away; which, I am sure, I was very sorry for afterwards; and Leonora and every body cried out that I had a bad heart; but I am sure that I was only in a passion.”

“Very likely.  And when you are in a passion, as you call it, Cecilia, you see that you are tempted to do harm to others; if they do not feel angry themselves, they do not sympathize with you; they do not perceive the motive which actuates you, and then they say that you have a bad heart.  I dare say, however, when your passion is over, and when you recollect yourself, you are very sorry for what you have done and said; are not you?”

“Yes, indeed, madam, very sorry.”

“Then make that sorrow of use to you, Cecilia, and fix it steadily in your thoughts, as you hope to be good and happy, that, if you suffer yourself to yield to your passion upon every trifling occasion, anger and its consequences will become familiar to your mind; and in the same proportion your sense of shame will be weakened, till what you began with doing from sudden impulse you will end with doing from habit and choice; and then you would, indeed, according to our definition, have a bad heart.”

“Oh, madam!  I hope—­I am sure I never shall.”

“No, indeed, Cecilia; I do, indeed, believe that you never will; on the contrary, I think that you have a very good disposition, and, what is of infinitely more consequence to you, an active desire of improvement.  Show me that you have as much perseverance as you have candour, and I shall not despair of your becoming every thing that I could wish.”

Here Cecilia’s countenance brightened, and she ran up the steps in almost as high spirits as she ran down them in the morning.

“Good night to you, Cecilia,” said Mrs. Villars, as she was crossing the hall.  “Good night to you, madam,” said Cecilia; and she ran up stairs to bed.