It fills me with remorse when I think how very far below such a position my actual worth removes me.
'I should like to receive another letter from you as soon as you have got over the misgiving you speak of, but don't write too soon.

I wish I could write anything to raise your spirits, but you may be so perverse that if, in order to do this, I tell you of the races, routs, scenery, gaieties, and gambling going on in this place and neighbourhood (into which of course I cannot help being a little drawn), you may declare that my words make you worse than ever.

Don't pass the line I have set down in the way you were tempted to do in your last; and not too many Dearests--at least as yet.

This is not a time for effusion.

You have my very warm affection, and that's enough for the present.' As a love-letter this missive was tantalizing enough, but since its form was simply a continuation of what she had practised before she left, it produced no undue misgiving in him.