In which Clarissa holds her own and continues to maintain her virtue, while being damned if she does and damned if she doesn't; the Harlowes fade into the background (still, as horrid as ever); Lovelace's dark triad traits are all there, as he believes the entire world was made to revolve around him and move at his bidding, still, he has wit and intelligence and I found my self laughing out loud at several of his letters. Speaking of laughing out loud, Anna Howe (the daughter) continues to be a true friend, the voice of reason, and as witty as ever. The part that involves her mother and a proposal was hilarious. John Belford continues to show sense and even waxes philosophical about the benefits of marriage. Lord M's letters were endearing.
On the whole, the story is growing in depth and entertainment and I'm starting to see (and appreciate) the genius and brilliance of Samuel Richardson.