She went on, began to talk of you; yes, then she began to talk of you, regretting, as well she might, the loss of such a--.

There she spoke very rationally.

But she has always done justice to you.

'He has thrown away,' said she, 'such a woman as he will never see again.

She would have fixed him; she would have made him happy for ever.' My dearest Fanny, I am giving you, I hope, more pleasure than pain by this retrospect of what might have been--but what never can be now.