'You are very good to me, Henry; but you don't quite understand me.

I was thinking of myself and my trouble in quite a different way, when you came in.

I was wondering whether anything which has so entirely filled my heart, and so absorbed all that is best and truest in me, as my feeling for your brother, can really pass away as if it had never existed.

I have destroyed the last visible things that remind me of him.

In this world I shall see him no more.