Do not send that letter.

Sleep on it, Louis, and think of it." "I have slept on it." "There is no promise in it of forgiveness after a while.

It is written as though you intended that she should never come back to you." "That shall be as she behaves herself." "But tell her so.

Let there be some one bright spot in what you say to her, on which her mind may fix itself.

If she be not altogether hardened, that letter will drive her to despair." But Trevelyan would not give up the letter, nor indicate by a word that he would reconsider the question of its propriety.