Well, be it so; and may you be happy with him who has found favor in your eyes.

I do not think he can love you more sincerely than I do, or be more devoted to your happiness than I should have been.

It would have relieved the pain I cannot but feel, if you had deemed my offer worthy a frank refusal.

But, to feel that one I have so truly loved does not think me even deserving of this attention, is humiliating in the extreme.

But, I will not upbraid you.
Farewell! May you be happy." Sealing Up his epistle, the young man, scarcely pausing even for hurried reflection, threw it into the post office.