It was a moving letter, its pathos lying in the fact that its writer shunned all attempt to be pathetic.

'Now that I know the truth,' he said, 'I can only ask your pardon for the thoughts I had of you; you have not wronged me, and I can have no ill-feeling against you.

If Thyrza is ever your wife, I hope your happiness may be hers.

As for the other things, do not reproach yourself.

You wished to befriend me, and I think I was not unworthy of it.